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Light the match burn the flour
Leave behind all the wrong
Why be sad when happiness can be bouchy
For a little more than 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 a lesson
The corner store sells finest scotch
But whose got uncut powder
We just want what is ours
If god created plants and buds that I find and abuse
Then woho the fuck are you to judge me?
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