She only screams when life gets in her way
The way is hers and only hers alone
As she inhales the blue smoke of the day
A burning bud she calls her very own
But screams unshared are quiet screams at best
They fill the exhalations of the night
As quiet screams their noise is thus expressed
Within the darkened weight of sacred light
The sacred light of ganja fills the breath
Of innocence, parading like a king
It knows the path of life proceeds to death
And god is good who gives us everything
And so she screams to god to smoke a joint
And thus reveals which prophet to anoint.
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