Paroles de Herojuana

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?