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I Wish i was born in Jamaica.It got me wanna be a vegetarian.It got me twisted dreadlocks. Eyes red. Sorry mom im not on drugs. My life my lungs.
Smoking it like a rastaman. Smoking it till i overdose. Im fly high im facing jah.when my life is moving too fast i roll up and slow it down. Im cool calm collected confident. Day and night i smoke it early in the morning. Its Free i dont buy it. I Got a garden. The day they legalize, its the day that i will be voting. Call me whatever, Call it whatever. I love it
Smoking it like a rastaman. Smoking it till i overdose. Im fly high im facing jah.when my life is moving too fast i roll up and slow it down. Im cool calm collected confident. Day and night i smoke it early in the morning. Its Free i dont buy it. I Got a garden. The day they legalize, its the day that i will be voting. Call me whatever, Call it whatever. I love it
Published 31st Aug 2014
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