Society
Tells me who I can be
Tells me who I can know
Tells me what I can grow
Some office block
Tells me when I can talk
Tells me when I can joke
Tells me what I can smoke
Yeah......
Look at critics criticizin
Analyzin
Tell me what do they know
People pushin, people shovin
Too much hate, not enough lovin
Guess that's the way it goes
Now the cops are on my land, turn my garden into sand
I'm feelin kinda low
All for a little weed
All for a little seed
Because outta the dirt, tell me how it can hurt
Tell me who it can harm
Because i put my farm
The world turns around
My plants grow outta the ground, babe
And from just a li'l seed, comes some mighty fine weed
Yeah....
Look at critics criticizin
Theorizin
Tell me what they know
People pushin, people shovin
Too much hate, c'mon people try some lovin
Guess that's the way it goes
Now the cops are on my land, now they've broken up my band
I'm feelin kinda low
All for a little weed
All for a little seed
Oh.....yeah
Give it to me now
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