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, haven't we learned our lesson
The corner store has the finest scotch
But who's got 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?

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