The names J. J. Arden.
I was raised in the hills
I was put on this earth
To provide you with chills
I’ve got too much time on my hands to kill
There’s more to this life than just paying the bills
Stacking cash
And making those mills
There used to be one outside my windowsill
Where I grew up
But it tumbled right down
Was it bad luck
That pulled it to the ground
And washed it away
As the years went by
Day after day
Every tear we cry
Rages into a river
That never runs dry 
It makes you shiver
You can even die
If you get caught in its current
Soaked to the bone
A raging torrent
That reminds you of home
Once it was a stream
Once it was a dream
Upon a time
Not so long ago
But all that’s changed
We had to let go
Evaporating
Just like that
So like water to steam
That’s how it seems
Have you ever seen
It’s just rubble and stone
That remains 
Where that mill once stood
There’s still a few left
And they still look good
Even through all the wars
Through all the down pours
They’ve still got doors
I think that they’re new
Someone took over
Repaired them too
Everything changes
Just like those mills
Stop if you will
For a minute or two
I’ll help to fill
You’re soul with life
That you can carry for free
Well maybe just for a small fee
But that’s all it costs
To get lost in my tunes
Don’t go too soon
They’re like ancient runes 
Magical stones to be collected and stored
Inside there are stories 
The pages are torn
For the infected
You’ll be able to read 
Each line you can hear
Every time that you breathe
Music

The Smoke Sheriff (feat.) J. J. Arden