Ive never tried this before but here goes ... Dont let the man control your life he follows rules that cut like knife take in that smoke that sweetness smell and tell the man to go to hell my lungs burn -- the burn we like getting me high just for the night next morn we see with groggy sight and calm our day for another fight dont tell me bad how I live my gift and listen to music that lets my mind drift im not a criminal but tagged I am by closed minds that point as with friends I jam go play your life and fill your need and leave me alone with my innocent weed dont gaze on me with eyes saying sin its my choice to take my medicine you label us bums as you look down on us while you carry your smile hiding its lust 8 tins you drink, could even be twelve in that brown bag, your shaky hands delve I grew a plant is that so bad you would take my freedom and inside feel glad? you wont stop my love for my green that I toke I dont break the law, all I do is smoke. -CMA
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 02:07:54 +0000