| If all stoners go straight to hell, then I guess I’ll get to smoke with Satan,
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| himself
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| Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world
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| Kept to himself a habit that his country can’t afford, criminalization
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| Smokes on the weekends and at parties or with babes
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| Eventually he gets ratted, is arrested but gives no names
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| Beat to shit by the cops, a monster for his love of good pot
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| Dragged into the court of law, soon he’ll be sentenced and probably left to rot
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| Whatever punishment the judge decides
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| There will be no laughing, no stoned high-fives
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| His life will be ruined, his spirits run weak
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| A thoughtless verdict, the judge begins to speak
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| I’d say you’ve earned one, sentenced to burn one
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| Now it’s high-time you’ve learned, son
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| You’re choking, catch that feeling, for a minute, of toking
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| Poisonous strain provoking
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| Circulatory system is seething
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| And now you are slowly ceasing to keep control of your breathing
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| This sentence takes on new meaning
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| Execution witnessed, family’s grieving
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| Judiciary system’s deceiving, disgusted jury, head attorney’s heaving
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| Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world
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| Now you have been targeted by policies absurd
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| Stop, you cannot, for the right and wrong they must discern
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| They’re sending you to gas chambers, it’s just as you deserve
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| Fooled to the end, no one knows once again
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| To your death you are sent, terror is what is meant
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| Government conspiracy, lethal dose of THC
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| Revolting, head explodes yet the body’s still convulsing
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| Like the roach that he is by merely dying drug-free world indemnifying
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| Because they can, there’s no way to fight the man
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| New world order type of plan
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| Results are achieved through their lying, police spying, genocide they are
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| implying |