Lyric Herojuana

Light the match burn the flour
Leave behind all the wrong
Why be sad when happiness can be bought for a little more then 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 sells 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?