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