Down

Smoke up, do what you must do, wake up, inhale
The earth grown fumes -
Higher than mountains, but oh so goddamn deep -
The morning star we reach, thank for yourself
And that's you - you times a million
Look around we surround the fields on guard for,
The perfection of the seed
Try hard, to stop us which you can't, out numbered,
By the marijuana camps - larger than nations,
I can't name one with out, must kill the king of drought