you know what i mean
i want that purple haired bud
that flows happiness through my blood
i want crystals that get stuck to my finger
i lick them up so that nothing will linger
i want to smoke a blunt full of chronic
the resin on my fingers makes my writing super-sonic
i want to inhale from the pool's gravity bong
giving me a good fluffy feeling to sing a song
i want to smoke all the keef that i have collected
growing green stalks is becoming perfected
i want this lovely plant to be legalized
those with proper knowledge have realized
the gains and the medicinal purposes brought unto
with more voice we can Weed out the few
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