Heyo, ey yo, you know what day it is, April 20, heavenly sent we

Spooky H and High Drop Jah, venting out for everybody toking on that stuff

Our time still has some who like to make a ruckus

About green packets sitting in my pockets

As relentless as the clock is they like to top this

With moral phrases like they problem stoppers

They cry praises on how to stop the hazes

Not even knowing what the blaze is

This phase is transitional in our era

Mistaking it for effort in making our air cleaner

You like to get your life subpoeaned?

Self assessed authorities get meaner

Really, they meaning to clean ya

Not understanding that you′s a dreamer

For a society when one won't deem ya for one that teams up

With ones that need clean up instead of a re-up

Be up and familiar with the latest developments

In a sense that delving on judgmental sentences

Might craze you and hence presented be an alternative

That don′t put negatives through superlatives

Let somebody educated drop some facts

Till they restructuralize these antique rats

All of ungowned judges are approximators

Tryna assume what grows on my people's acres

Proxy narrators showing different faces

Cocksure curators lacing people's laces

Surveillance tryna find a spot to ace us

Cuz tied up we can′t run from shot up places

They figured our baggage weight is above the carry capacity

It might appear to be witty to stomp down on the gritty

Who have nowhere to hide in Capital Lie city

But reality winds up kinda shitty as the cycle becomes a spiral

But no chance this′ll ever get viral rather evidence filed n piled

As prejudice calls the sirens you better bow down to the tyrants

Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough

But its just medicine aint no bluff

Why the angry stares?

Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?

Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough

But its just medicine aint no bluff

Why the angry stares?

Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?

I get so high I feel vertigo

And motion sickness from how the verses go

Fast with a quickness of wit

They grip

Souls on an estrangement trip

From the everyday

Explained in metaphors

Blowing doors

Into your mind

Thus defined

Is my style of refined

Cerebral missiles

In a loose bind

So they can fly

Everywhere around at any time

And each one chimes

Into creating a jive

No listener left behind

Am I not kind?

So freely alluding

To problems that are brooding

In people before I set to overruling

Whats deemed as fine tuning

And in that surely scoring

With lyrics hot to the point of soaring

Also trees in droves

With hopes of vivid tropes

Forest fires nobody opposed

Because ladies and blokes toke in my clique too

Your resolve gets nicked dude

And so youre left to dumbly sit

And listen to my firing slit

Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough

But its just medicine aint no bluff

Why the angry stares?

Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?

Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough

But its just medicine aint no bluff

Why the angry stares?

Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?

Each line in this rhyme outlines the times

When weed signs will fly high in the sky

Lifting disguises of riled up wild designs defiled

By traumas they cause drama lined up

To rise up from the rank and file with guile

All the while violence went out of style

Stop defiling and start piling up silver linings

To avalanche all the wildlings into confining

Their aggression in mental trash bags

Only then the rag-tag society wouldnt bag

Their dead by the zounds with every other heart-pound

And the sound of freedom will truly ring home

Like in utopian tomes, end would the drones

And bombs the throng of wronged

Would gradually disappear and all and their peers

Would cease feeling fears and relax into living out their dreams

Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough

But its just medicine aint no bluff

Why the angry stares?

Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?

Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough

But its just medicine aint no bluff

Why the angry stares?

Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?