| The haze of pot smoke has gotten quite a stigma
So let's sit right down and solve the enigma
Is it cuz with weed I've gotten more friends?
Don't get mad just cuz you utilize different ends
You afraid we gonna hurt ya? Pot don't do that
We'd be much more likely to eat and get fat
We'd rather tell stories and write and create
Than go and shoot guns in Iraq and Kuwait
Oh wait, that's it! We don't like the war!
And this little fact says we ain't patriotic anymore?
I tell ya what, friend, I love this nation
I love the freedoms I get but this police station
Makes me kinda nervous when I'm takin a hit
When logically, pot should be totally legit
It'd help the ecomomy and cut down on crime
And lord knows that hippie doesn't need to do time
He just wants peace and love and to get high
Jesus, he's wearin tie-dye, he wouldn't hurt a fly
So legalize the green, no more drug screens
Make it easier for people in their late teens
To get a job better than minimum wage
Hell, we got bills to pay despite our young age
I'm a poor college student, and I gotta eat
So fuck you and your laws for givin' me heat
Just for smokin' herb and bein' creative
So reform the drug laws and live and let live
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| My name is MC Timebomb and I'm goin tickticktick
I could try to spin a hit, but I got a bone to pick
See, I'm just a young white kid, I'm not from the streets
But I've seen with my eyes and I've walked with my feet
And you know I've got some problems that I'd like to address
I know there's some things you don't usually assess
We got homeless mothers, we got single mothers
We got crack-retarded orphan little baby brothers
Hunger is triumphant, war is abundant
Smog and blood become the standards in tons
Taxin' up the people just to get the funds
To make some more bombs, commit some more wrongs
Till the scarred planet has no wind to fan it
We break the ecosystem down to nothin' left
We'll have an empty planet shell left totally bereft
We haven't solved racism, or homophobia neither
Sometimes the oppressed just needed a fucking breather
But I tell ya what, I'm gonna work real hard
To end the scourge on earth and totally discard
This sick status quo we all let happen
And then one better day, everybody be clappin'
For a world cleaned up with some karmic soap
Till it's filled with nothing but joy, beauty, and hope.
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other news, my last rally was great. Some disappointment, but nothing I
didn't already expect or fear was gonna happen. I love you guys. |
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| Dear Diary,
Happy faces and sad faces. It's been a cool weekend. I miss the old gang. I hope the rest of Spring Break is just as ballin.
Love,
Joncliff
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That is how cats would do business, I would wager. And also, much bartering of mice, dead or alive. |
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