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Light the match
Burn the flower
Leave behind
All the wrong
Why be sad
When happiness can be bought
For a little more than free
Modern day prohibition
Are we men
Are we children
At what age
Can I choose
How to live
The only real drug problem
Is scoring real good drugs
Haven't we learned our lesson
The corner store sells finer scotch
But who's got uncut powder
We just want what is ours
Dignity if god created plants and buds
That I find and abuse
Then who the fuck are you to judge me?
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