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They call it evil...
They call it lazy...
But I call it clarity...
From a world gone crazy...
Eyes red like the blood moon risin'
Inhale deep, now my soul's baptizin'
Voices in my head stop screamin' for a sec
All I needed was the green to keep the demons in check
No pills, no shrink, just a blunt and peace
But they treat me like I'm scum for findin' my release
They say I'm slow, say I'm dumb, say I'm wastin' days
But they don't see the chains that this haze unchains
Burn the witch with the green in his hand
He don't pray right, don't follow the plan
Smells like sin, must be cursed
Light up the joint, and they prep the hearse
But I feel free when the smoke surrounds
So judge me, bitch, while I float off ground
Doctor tried to sell me death in a bottle
Pharma got rich, but my soul full-throttle
I chose leaves over labs, nature over needle
Now I'm the "degenerate," now I'm the "evil"
But I don't beat my wife, I don't crash my whip
I just zone out and let my spirit slip
Into realms where I see clear truth in fog
But society still wanna brand me a dog
Lock me up...
Fine me...
Mock me...
But this green saved my f***ing life
And you praise wine while you beat your wife?
Hypocrites in high places don't phase me
I'd rather be blazed than fake and crazy
Burn the witch with the green in his hand
He don't pray right, don't follow the plan
Smells like sin, must be cursed
Light up the joint, and they prep the hearse
But I feel free when the smoke surrounds
So judge me, bitch, while I float off ground
Ashes fall like snow on graves,
I light up loud to silence rage...
They fear what frees us from the chain...
But the truth don't die — it just leaves a green stain...
Burn the witch with the green in his hand
He don't pray right, don't follow the plan
Smells like sin, must be cursed
Light up the joint, and they prep the hearse
But I feel free when the smoke surrounds
So judge me, bitch, while I float off ground
Burn the witch with the green in his hand
He don't pray right, don't follow the plan
Smells like sin, must be cursed
Light up the joint, and they prep the hearse
But I feel free when the smoke surrounds
So judge me, bitch, while I float off ground
Ashes fall like snow on graves,
I light up loud to silence rage...
They fear what frees us from the chain...
But the truth don't die — it just leaves a green stain...