Marijuana taught me how to share.
Lots of give and take in there, in the space
where creative minds burn it down.
Blazing in circles from right to left
we wear our smoke crown and clown as we burn down...
Slanted social structures that are ground bound anyways,
I’ve spent many days, deconstructing what was for more diverse
ways to repair,
and there’s never been a better way to clear the air.
We take the suffering and the despair and roll it tightly into a Dutch...
For it was there that that we became the masters of our own destinies,
In that smoke I saw clearly what Bootsie was feeling when he sang about them munchies.
And it may sound funny, but weed broadened my horizons has me wondering how
It would be to chief in different countries, and helped me to understand
The bull shit in front of me, and what its owners might want from me.
Things I would normally stress if I didn’t have the munchies for new, experiences
That I could chew, and pass around this sypher so my peeps could feast too.
