Life is a thin wisp of bluish gray smoke
Breathe it in deeply and hope you don’t choke
Wait for the visions from Mary or god
Life is the awe with which everyone’s awed
New strains of freedom are here to be found
Grind them and smoke them when no one’s around
Laugh if you like, but it isn’t a joke
Life is a thin wisp of bluish gray smoke
Born without blood, sometimes born without seed
Flowers can flower, and weeds, they can weed
Banned and accepted by fools and by kings
Sweet are the flavors sweet cannabis brings
Green is the valley and golden the sky
Search for the paths that can get you so high.
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