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I am Right and You are Wrong

i am right and you are wrong    
   want some facts?- hear my song.    
in the garden pickin weeds    
   like im farmin, live in ease    
happy, cancer free and sure to cure your P.  T. S.D.    
  happy, cancer free and sure to cure your P.  T. S.D.
   
in the breast milk naturally
life is just maddening, just let us have weed,
  fuck it, someone pass the hashish    
our gods, not the govs, gift friend, homie, enemy please set the nature free
   
friend, homie, enemy please set the nature free    
   
     
we just gentlemen, peace loving, so dont need police cuffing our cufflinks    
wrists to skinny but i know your guns aint about no bluffing,    
we still hold these truths to be self evident, so the evidence, natures element, crushing.      
forgive us but our forefathers we are still trusting,    
cause all politicians today know is money, hips thrusting otherwise known as grown man fucking,    
still, fold the paper till its rolled but only smoking if the nug stinks,    
while im high let me tell you just what the bud brings    
peace, love and well adjusted citizens, thats just one thing    
never once seen a pothead out gasoline huffing, or all night alcohol chugging, or in the streets mugging or    
date rape drugging,    
cousin we only about our fellow humans true loving      
so in the sickening world we keep our heads strong, head on toughing, blue collar, red and roughneck roughing,    
they would have you believe our heads gone, filled with communist stuffing    
but who am i for you to be listening?    
i tell the truth, they tell you lies scheming and bashing,    
so who am i? i am he, the one they call the hash king,      
if you around know my friend that no weeds stashing,    
in the ghetto people mellow as long as the bong bubbles and the music is blasting,    
so ima spread the word, fill your head with free herb until the pigs muzzles start flashing    
marijuana halfs your pain      
while it doubles your joy and IQ    
...barney rubble says get stoned if you were smart like me fool you'd get high too...    
pills just mean the world is in such deep troubles    
DEA can suck my big knuckles reclassifying the hydrocodone    
pill heads die and fry they insides, i just fly with my cold snow cone      
getting high off of MY personal right to pursue these good vibes smokin the home grown.    
our habit aint fuckin the world, only restoring hope and ozone,    
unlike most so quit making my home a no smoke zone,    
i wont keep off of no grass you can kiss my ass.    
like i said before it aint like huffin on no gas.      
let the bill fold and go to the left like puff, puff pass.    
here a knock at my door,    
in the AM it is twenty after four,    
stick my shit back up in the drawer    
cause i know who it is "its just us rats"    
aint you rich pricks ever heard of justice, you spoiled and just such rich brats?    
     
i am right and you are wrong    
   want some facts?- hear my song.    
in the garden pickin weeds    
   like im farmin, live in ease    
happy, cancer free and sure to cure your P.  T. S.D.    
  happy, cancer free and sure to cure your P.  T. S.D.
   
in the breast milk naturally
life is just maddening, just let us have weed,
  fuck it, someone pass the hashish    
our gods, not the govs, gift friend, homie, enemy please set the nature free
   
friend, homie, enemy please set the nature free    
   
     
Written by Austin_Rura (Austin Rura)
Published | Edited 12th Sep 2014
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