War On Drugs (Bonus Track)
Quelle: Spotify
(Ronald Reagan)
(verse 1)
Parents hear me get your kids in DARE when theyre third grade and up
Before they hear bout marijuana dear thats the gateway drug
Sharyl, Darryl, when they offer it just say nuh uh
Or youll be sharin heroin with derelicts with angeldust
Prolly do cocaine and such
That stuff is so dangerous
Would have to have our whole entire congregation pray for us
Sharyl dont be gigglin, Darryl take your ritalin
Kids youve got your mother so worked up I need my pill again
A miligram, bit of a gin, i think ill have, a drink or ten
This wouldn't happen if your fucking father wasn't in the pen
Pastor said we should forgive him but I know he’ll sin again
Hes locked away for using pot, see what that shit did to him?
He’ll rot away in general pop, may never see you kids again
He smoked a lot, my god he’ll prolly drop dead of carcinogens
No benefits, if you do drugs, youll end up exactly like him then
Now Darryl, be a good good boy and get your mom her vicodin
(hook)
Let’s raise incarceration lock them up no toleration
We made this legislation for a safer population
One nation under god we’ll pray for you in congregation
The war on drugs
Get an occupation no you can't be out here slangin
In this here nation see we get our drugs from corporations
No rehabilitation straight to prison population
The war on drugs
(verse 2)
Larry grew various strains of mary jane
In his basement varied from very potent to tame
Larry smoked every day
Blueberry dro was his fav
It carried him thru the pain
When he barely could keep on weight
Was married but now estranged
Quiet kept to himself
Chemo treatment by day then by night got high by himself
Lived in the bible belt
Where you can't buy pot off the shelf
So he thought what the hell Ima grow this all by myself
Ordered seeds off the internet
Where he’d read how to tend to it
How to water and light them right so his trees they would benefit
But the DEA had been trackin him
‘Electric bill thru the roof recievin all of these packages
After a strenous day, Larry had gone to sleep
As a SWAT team circled his house carefully with no peep
“Be wary listen to me, we go on the count of 3”
(1...2...3) kicked down his door and swarmed like a bee
“Freeze” they yelled as Larry awoke in panic
He frantically jumped to stand and ran away so erratic
Sporadically and so manic, he managed to get 6 feet
But the swat team was oh so frantic and emptied their m16s
Larrys body convulsed as it hit the floor in a heap
Quickly checked for a pulse, was PROnounced dead on the scene
Swept the rest of his house, found the jackpot and seized
Larrys plants and an ounce, a criminal off the streets
(hook)
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