Paroles de P.O.W.

There he sits behind the bars they put him in Waiting for the day it all begins When he can take another hit again It's his right by birth of the Mother Earth She grew you, me and the weed Now it's time to take up arms and fight There he sits behind the bars they put him in Waiting for the day it all begins When he can take another hit again It's his right by birth of the Mother Earth She grew you, me and the weed Now it's time to take up arms and fight Prisoner of war Prisoner of war