My waking thought, it has become,
A plant like no other, It goes by many names,
Marijuana, hashish, grass, ganja,
Weed, pot, sensimilla, sativa, 420
Bangi, kola, ngwai, if you speak Sheng’
So many more, it is known the world over.
Rizzla in place, a blunt I’m rolling
The smell of its freshness,
The whole squad is here, so lighter, please.
I want to blaze it up and get hIgh
One flick, the fire burns
Blunt in mouth, ready to get lit
As the flame draws nearer, I begin to inhale
Intoxicating flavor of the high grade
Fills my mouth as I take a hit
A feeling like no other, almost spiritual,
as the smoke caresses my windpipe
Like a cool breeze on a hot day
My lungs rejoice, a taste of heaven
This, is pure nicenesss.
I feel myself getting high, falling into deep meditation
A myriad thoughts crossing my mind
curiosity at the steering wheel of my imagination
Filled with euphoria, Leaving all my cares behind.
Elevate you soul, expand your mind
It makes no sense to criminalize
Mother Nature’s gift to mankind,
My tribute to herb I finalize
As I pass the blunt ‘pon the left hand side