I started out the day in a usual way with just a few little crumbs on my rolling tray so I call up my dealer and he sells me a bag thirty bucks an eighth for this awful brown schwag so I roll up a doob and I roll down the street to take a few puffs of my mid-day treat but as I cruise along the streets become dead all I see in the …showed first 75 words of 253 total…

…showed last 75 words of 253 total…for a couple of weeks and seemed to fit in with all of the freaks and soon the time came my day in court the judge looked down and said "son, I've seen your sort" he said I would end up living on the street if I didnt stop smokin' that crazy grass and staring at my feet so he threw me the book and here I will stay behind cold bars the american way