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Kush

Green  
A little brown
Ready  
To get the fuck down
 
And if you down
Depressed
Not allowed
To get some sleep
 
Just seep
Some smoke
Take it in deep
And if you in pain
Toke all damn day
 
It really does plague this man
To think  
Alcohol federal
But not ol cush  
Taming what they say ain't tameable
 
Shiiit
Save your lies
For those fifties kinda guys
Scared of what lies
Beyond their ignorant cries
 
Ill be with my old young
Teaching new underlings
Grow your own medicine
Dont listen to the news this evening.
Written by Ripper
Published
Author's Note
Opiates prescribed for pain, benzos prescribed in hopes that happiness can be gained. We all know the solution but the pollution of ill research and speculation makes me wonder, why is alcohol supported but not MJs contribution?
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