Light the match burn the flour

Leave behind all the wrong

Why be sad when happiness can be bought for a little more then 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 the finest 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?