marijuana pun di corna
it keep me calma, it mek me smarta
Burning on di high way, its di highest grade
get into my head
At times I bake it, sometimes I steam it
I give it to some a my bredren and my sistren who use it
its the king of the forest, Babylon they dont like it
they chop it up they heap it up and then dem destroy it
they stick you up, lock you up, they take it for a crime
its the healing of the nation bet yuh neva know
di healing of the nation, whoa
chorus
Dont think I'm joking, herb, its what I'm smoking
I tell my friend him go sow it and it touch up like a token
Oh the pastor man him smoke it an him say that its the reason
Oh yes I draw high grade, a song about it I will sing
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