Songtext von Buddah Soldiers

To keep this herb a crime Make potheads pay penalties and fines Is fucked, but i don't wanna wine But you know every politician has blazed at least a dime... Think masterfully, Like buddah soldiers smoke that weed Chill guruly, Like bong tokes i crave a need Chronic blazes While i offer up praises I ask why it grows, But many wish it would die To keep this herb a crime Make potheads pay penalties and fines Is fucked, but i don't wanna wine But you know every politician's blazed at least a dime... To keep this herb a crime is fucked, But i don't wanna wine Think masterfully, Like buddha soldiers smoke that weed Chill guruly, Like bong tokes i crave a need Chronic blazes While i offer up praises I ask why it grows, But many wish it would die It would die But you know Every politician has blazed At least a dime I ask why it grows But many wish it would die I ask why it grows, but many wish it would die