Coming soon marijuana, a magical weed that feeds and gives the brain a high,
Say goodbye, to yesterday’s fix in the coffee shop, a journey awaits that can put you over the top.
Grow your own weed a thing called pot. Roll a joint, you’ll like it a lot.
Let’s light up the world and create more smoke, then pray that Mother Nature doesn’t choke
Booze and guns were given a shot but failed to get it done, where smoke from pot may block light from a blazing sun.
Stay up high in a world of your own till the drug wears off when I can tell, you may believe you took a train to hell.
Many decisions coming down from the top has me wondering are they high? Did they jump the gun to have some fun?
Just a reminder to forget me not, they are rushing our world closer to going to pot.