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If all stoners go straight to hell, then I guess I'll get to smoke with Satan, himself |
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Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world |
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Kept to himself a habit that his country can't afford, criminalization |
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Smokes on the weekends and at parties or with babes |
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Eventually he gets ratted, is arrested but gives no names |
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Beat to shit by the cops, a monster for his love of good pot |
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Dragged into the court of law, soon he'll be sentenced and probably left to rot |
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Whatever punishment the judge decides |
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There will be no laughing, no stoned high-fives |
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His life will be ruined, his spirits run weak |
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A thoughtless verdict, the judge begins to speak |
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I'd say you've earned one, sentenced to burn one |
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Now it's high-time you've learned, son |
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You're choking, catch that feeling, for a minute, of toking |
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Poisonous strain provoking |
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Circulatory system is seething |
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And now you are slowly ceasing to keep control of your breathing |
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This sentence takes on new meaning |
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Execution witnessed, family's grieving |
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Judiciary system's deceiving, disgusted jury, head attorney's heaving |
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Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world |
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Now you have been targeted by policies absurd |
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Stop, you cannot, for the right and wrong they must discern |
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They're sending you to gas chambers, it's just as you deserve |
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Fooled to the end, no one knows once again |
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To your death you are sent, terror is what is meant |
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Government conspiracy, lethal dose of THC |
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Revolting, head explodes yet the body's still convulsing |
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Like the roach that he is by merely dying drug-free world indemnifying |
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Because they can, there's no way to fight the man |
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New world order type of plan |
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Results are achieved through their lying, police spying, genocide they are implying |
