Crippy Weed

Osama wants me dead because I smoke sensi

It's not a war anyway it's become an atrocity

To a million different people, the truth finally comes:

We're all pounding the same beat on different drums

To a government that lies to her children help us, we're rebellious

But there's another side of the problem here

Of dear, your kids live in fear

We scream and pray you hear

Now everybody's running and everybody's coming

Everybody's got something to say

Get caught with weed and you'll be back on the street

Is that the price we must pay?

I want to fly away

I'll land when I'm safe to stay

I wanna get high today

But lately I'm too afraid

I got 2 pounds of crippy weed

Riding through St. Cloud, woah

Driving down 192

Got the reggae music cranked loud, woah

Everybody's looking for the ganja

But they don't gotta go up to orange

If life is a big fat spliff

Then take a big fat whiff of this chronic shit

No time to rise up against 'em

Rude boys been charged by the system

All I can do is resist 'em

But I'm tired of being the victim

More dead from police violence, you cannibals

Adds more guilt to the conscience

The voice that you cannot silence

I'm not down with the crack rock

I just smoke pot and I don't want to be fucked with

People if you're down with the purple

It's time to get verbal

Or this is what you're gonna be stuck with