Light the match burn the flower
Leave behind all the wrong why be
Sad when happiness can be bought for
A little more than free modern
Day prohibition are we men, are
We children at what age can I
Choose how to live the only real
Drug problem is scoring real
Good drugs havent we lerned our leson
The corner store has the finess scotch
But who's get uncut powder we
Just want what is ours dignity
If god created plants and buds
That I find and abuse then
Who the fuck are you to judge me?