My mind laughs while diving
into a colorful forest of peg-like trees,
tumbling, sliding under amber giants.
Wonder oozes like honey from all that surrounds
saturating the ultimate moment.
some were over the rainbow, way up high,
youll find me in white clouds upon the sky.
reality drifts away after every hit i take,
technicolor and spectrum dreamwords is what it can make.
as distant as can be...
come n' find me,
hop on this journey that will open your eyes
and make you see.
it makes you wonder how bad life would be,
Without this so called drug.
As the smoke thickens, making it hard to see.
I ask myself,
What would i do without this plant that god gave to me?
All my pieces are spotless, broken and shined
All my bags of stems are picked clean of green
So I guess I'll just have to ween until the time arrives where I can smoke some sweet, sweet herb, relax, and no longer fiend for the substance of my dreams.
When I sit at my computer and turn down the lights,
I've got no worries 'cause the worlds alright
I watch corrupt politicians rave and rant in this fascist nation we live in
Where common sence is just a figment of ones imagination.
I tell myself, that'll never be me.
If elected for president all the repressed would be freed
We'd all be able to sit down and pass that sweet ganja green.
We'd be able to puff our widow in piece without fear of a bust or a court date.
Liberals could smoke with conservative assholes and still find ways to relate.
But not right now in this time of prison, depression, repression, and recession.
A small smoking session should just be subliminal, but ignorant douchebags make it criminal.
So until this fabled time of peace, we smoke in the descreate.
Take a hit and watch time fly by in slow motion,
then repeat until you're diving with dolphins in the ocean.
If the world were that simple, we wouldn't need war.
We could sit at our computers and turn down the lights,
Smoke that shit without fear of a bust or a fight.
And realize that everything'll be alright.
Pictures, tags, boxes and prices
Propaganda laced politicians and spices
Ragtag countries bought for bargain
Who gives a fuck right?
We're not starvin.
Dog eat dog, and man eat man
All for one, and one for all
Me for you, and you for I
All the more meaningful when you're high
So procreate, recreate and rejuvinate
Live to let live, and learn to keep livin
Stay high to survive, and survive to stay high
The World's that much simpler when you're up in the sky.
f life was like a doubi, it would be greener,
but not meaner,
waking up in the morning n feeling the haze,
seeing the colours of the rainbow,
the rushing,
the paranoia,
the buddha lovers super powers,
remebering the time in Dam,
the pollination,
the mad amnesia,
jus takes you back to jah lovin,
the night is still young,
best ended in sweet sensomellia.
