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Apr 2015
It started like any other ball up
My boys on the phone are who I did call up
Dank kush they did bring
My doorbell they ring
I let the boys in
and we smoked

We passed the **** 'round
But the herbs were pre-ground

Something was amiss...

I took my first rip
and my hop lost its hip!
Fire from the sky!
All the angels cry!

Darkness...

Awoke in a daze
My mind is a haze
I'm trapped in a maze
lost.

An unknown period of time passes
My boys and I are flat on our *****
"That **** was strong"
"That **** was wrong"
I smoked no more after that day
My reggae vibe went away
I bought a suit
I bought a tie
And I became, a different guy.
There is a happy ending, I swear
Blunt Blastah Mastah
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Blunt Blastah Mastah  Livin on the Zion streets
(Livin on the Zion streets)   
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