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Marijuana Monday By Wise Conscious

Marijuana socks on my feet    
Marijuana symbol on my White T  
Today I'm turning over a new leaf    
It's Monday my favorite day of the week    
right after I've applied the neem paste to my teeth I separate the stems and I pick out all the seeds I save em for later to plant my little trees if it's legalized then I    
will advertise and be a poster child    
for the catalogue high times if we all smoked the world would probably    
 have lesser crimes I think about that    
sometimes it helps me and it keeps me writing rhymes and reciting lines  it's my medicine!    
 How could It be a drug if it's heaven sent?    
it was just a deep thought as to why    
I am sitting on top of my high rise listening    
to the raw papers fry and feeling the wind as the high grade weed stimulates my mind and gives    
me eagle eyes one draw from a spliff    
activates me to lift I mix my terpenes    
like a batch of collard greens    
I also love Cannabismo they got everything from oils to edibles better yet    
let me give you an explanation    
ganja is the healing of the nation    
 and the cure police dogs have    
 smelt it on me before    
 I raise up my arms to show    
 that and I'm sure    
 grown from this Earth so it's safe and it's pure if you smoke like me you gonna    
want some more    
it calms and bless and keeps the evil up out my dreads    
 ganja is my currency and daily bread two or three puffs before I go to bed    
 dreaming about it all the time    
 ganja's always on my mind    
a million trees blowing through the breeze as I stare at the fields the green is real    
 Roll one up    
 Light one up    
          A    
            N    
              D    
     Puff puff  pass it down the line    
take toke hold it in and blow your fucking mind stoned I am me love ganja long time    
wake & bake with a cup of joe exhaling my    
Soul as flick my lighter my consciousness speaks to me in smoke when I tap that ash    
I burn holes in my clothes and    
 I throw the rest of the seeds    
back to the dirt to grow    
roses are red    
and violets are blue    
 if your twisting up a blunt then    
I'm smoking with you    
we can be stoners til we die    
 because in the end we all get high    
you could be a frequent flyer    
 but my weed will take you higher    
I blaze  up in the noon and I blaze up in the night I blaze up in the sunrise and it makes me feel alright I'm smoking from my weed pipes because I'm bout that  weed life I been smoking since the womb    
Because Momma rolled them tight it's good for your nerves God bless the Herbs still blazing banana Kush and the  Grandaddy purp I'ma smoke til my body say stop til my casket drop    
Give thanks for the "Pot" I ain't gonna never be without because I grow my own crop I smoke alot a weed a wear a turban    
Meditate on the planet and what's occurring my vision is blurring but    
this feeling is so nurturing It makes    
me so relaxed that I don't wanna ever    
get up this is one of the major side effects Mary Jane got me stuck….
Written by Pimp2ThaFuture04 (Wise Conscious)
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