I think that everyone should smoke a little herb,
So that no one well be put out on the curb.
Everything on the streets is becoming even more chaotic.
I don't know what to do,
I feel like I'm just going to go psychotic.
When you smoke ****,
It helps people be who they want to.
We all have to plant a couple seeds.
Maybe we can all get along,
And hit a ****,
Show them how to take a real puff
And make sure it's that hella good stuff.
I sometimes like to stay in and smoke a lot of herb,
And later in out a sin that says "do not disturb".

I still fight to stay asleep.
I just want the right to keep, my peace
Most the time I have to rely on trees
Stay green
Then you won't ever have to be mean
Stoke down this economy
**** this price of **** democracy.

Nothing in life seems true
Like everything is sticking like glue
Everyone's mind is becoming corrupted
Please, I don't like to e interrupted
So you just gotta let me bust a rhyme
Like its the end of time
Sometimes I feel like this is a crime
Everything is becoming chaotic
I feel like I'm going psychotic
So maybe one day
Some day
We can all pull out the chronic
Let us get high
Let us fly
So high
Up in the sky
Everyone should at least give it a try
I feel like a part of me
Is just breaking off of me
I just wanna be
What I wanna be
But we are all stuck in this box
When we sit around and watch them put on more locks
While we sit and wait and watch the clocks
Everyday I lay and wait
For that one chance
To break for the gate
I'm waiting for the final glance
For the chance
To be free once again
Hopefully everything will be true again
You have to stay tough
Get through all the rough
This should be enough.

Everyday I sit and wait
For that one chance they call fate
I just want someone with that one spacific trait
Hopefully the road is not as rough
As it used to be tough
I wish I could just take the highway
To get to my destination
And get my way
Someone help me break this consintration
Help me make a masterpiece
I just want to make a little peace
With a little elbow grease
But when the road gets rough
Everything will turn
Everything will get much more tough
Things will crash and burn
I just want one more chance
I just need to find the right stance
With just one glance
That won't help a single chance
So one day
Some day
I will be the center a life
Help me put down this knife

Everyday I sit and wait
For that one chance they call fate
I just want someone with that one spacific trait
Hopefully the road is not as rough
As it used to be tough
I wish I could just take the highway
To get to my destination
And get my way
Someone help me break this consintration
Help me make a masterpiece
I just want to make a little peace
With a little elbow grease
But when the road gets rough
Everything will turn
Everything will get much more tough
Things will crash and burn
I just want one more chance
I just need to find the right stance
With just one glance
That won't help a single chance
So one day
Some day
I will be the center a life
Help me put down this knife

Everyday I sit and wait
For that one chance they call fate
I just want someone with that one spacific trait
Hopefully the road is not as rough
As it used to be tough
I wish I could just take the highway
To get to my destination
And get my way
Someone help me break this consintration
Help me make a masterpiece
I just want to make a little peace
With a little elbow grease
But when the road gets rough
Everything will turn
Everything will get much more tough
Things will crash and burn
I just want one more chance
I just need to find the right stance
With just one glance
That won't help a single chance
So one day
Some day
I will be the center a life
Help me put down this knife

Imagine you have nothing to lose
Imagine everyone is loved all as one
But sometime things might get harder to choose
With imagination you will never be done.

Isn't it enough when the road gets to rough.?
You don't have to act brave and tough
Just put your foot down and say enough
People will eventually leave you alone
If you sing the right note to the right tone
Sometime you must stand as one
Just like a stone
There is no reason to end you life
Even with all the strife
Stand fast
This is not a good contrast
Don't let anyone knock you down
Because to others you are wearing a gold crown
Throw that fist real high
So high in the sky
That you must feel like you can fly