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Cedric McClester Smoke a blunt? Somebody's gonna! Though it ain’t The same marijuana That they smoked Back in the day So what’s inside of it anyway? Truthfully, it’s hard to say It might be laced with Fentanyl Until you smoked it How could you tell? Ya see, it’s properties Don’t ring a bell So their affects Could be hell And now they rush To legalize  For the dollars I’d surmise  Whether, or not That move is wise See those who object Are criticized Yet all the evidence Isn’t in And that alone Speaks to the sin The wise won’t go But fools rush in So John Q Public Takes it on the chin Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2019. All rights reserved.
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC
May I Be Blunt?
Cedric McClester Smoke a blunt? Somebody's gonna! Though it ain’t The same marijuana That they smoked Back in the day So what’s inside of it anyway? Truthfully, it’s hard to say It might be laced with Fentanyl Until you smoked it How could you tell? Ya see, it’s properties Don’t ring a bell So their affects Could be hell And now they rush To legalize  For the dollars I’d surmise  Whether, or not That move is wise See those who object Are criticized Yet all the evidence Isn’t in And that alone Speaks to the sin The wise won’t go But fools rush in So John Q Public Takes it on the chin Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2019. All rights reserved.
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC
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