There once was a guy that always got high,
Wondered why, for what reason, all the time.
Not just a guy, but souls been locked up,
Most in jail and prison, asking for what?
As time went by, they just used it getting high,
Will they have a plan after all that time?
When we smoke, remember 1,000 cells blown,
Though the government incarcerated me,
we can still afford to smoke weed.
When will detainees really become free?
Not even guilty, ‘till that day torment me,
One day I hope to be released with wings,
Injustice behind bars, have devil horns growing.