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Light the match
Burn the flower
Leave behind
All the wrong
Why be sad?
When!
Happiness can be bought for a little more than free
Modern day prohibition
Are we men?
Are we children?
At what age, can I choose, how to live?
The only real drug problem is scoring real good drugs
Haven't we learned our lesson?
The corner store sells finer scotch
But who's got uncut powder?
We just want what is ours
Dignity!
If god created plants and buds that I find and abuse
Then who the fuck are you to judge me?
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Light the match
Burn the flower
Leave behind
All the wrong
Why be sad?
When!
Happiness can be bought for a little more than free
Modern day prohibition
Are we men?
Are we children?
At what age, can I choose, how to live?
The only real drug problem is scoring real good drugs
Haven't we learned our lesson?
The corner store sells finer scotch
But who's got uncut powder?
We just want what is ours
Dignity!
If god created plants and buds that I find and abuse
Then who the fuck are you to judge me?