Marijuana creates steez,
But I do not smoke to please,
Condemn me for what I have done,
Burnt the earth's true green son,
Morals broken have I not,
Lies are all you have been taught,
Throw no stones you with sin,
You fight for tobacco and gin,
Yet when I choose a righteous path,
You show your ignorance of math,
For a joint I do two,
Less for worse it is true,
These laws are full of irony,
Courts corrupt as you will see,
The DEA will use its force,
Harming people without remorse,
And until this time has come to pass,
For her I tread upon broken glass.