Beau - April 20 текст песни

Marijuana
Marijuana
Marijuana
Marijuana
I was thinking about how you knew the ancient people
You were a conduit to God for so many
God gave us plenty
He shrouded Mother Earth with you
You see these courts and you see these legislatures
They only care about money and mind control
They will deny us
All our basic rights
To prosper and to live
To prosper and to live
Tobacco kills in a year, a quarter of a Million
Alcohol kills 80,000
Cocaine kills 2,200
Heroin kills 2000 a year
Marijuana kills no one
Marijuana kills no one
Only dealers from the Police gun
Marijuana kills no one

Copyright 2003 Beau Phillips