Stoned Hardcore

Everyone has basic human needs
We all have to relax
some drink booze some smoke weed
some scar their arms up with tracks

Either way it doesn't matter
nothing really does
When your high you realize the rest is just chatter
the fill in between each buzz

Pot heads are at peace with everyone
The world is good and life is fun
and all the children laugh and play
Until they're locked up by the DEA

They just tore your life away
with no reason or rhyme
because they'll go home at the end of the day
and toke up while your doin time

For What?
For What?





We all know the truth.