| Have you seen the news? |
| They legalized in California |
| But the feds still tryna |
| Put the pressure on ya |
| Forever we grind |
| Until the end of time |
| Yea we blowin some smoke |
| Then let’s open ya mind |
| Have you seen the news? |
| They legalized in California |
| But the feds still tryna |
| Put the pressure on ya |
| Forever we grind |
| Until the end of time |
| Yea we blowin some smoke |
| Then let’s open ya mind |
| How this the land of the free? |
| They want us all in a cage |
| They tryna lock me away |
| They found some pounds in my safe |
| Feds surrounding my place |
| The warrants all in my face |
| Damn I thought this shit was legal |
| Boy that’s just not the case |
| Now i’m fighting a case |
| But the laws in the state |
| Ain’t the same as the federal |
| So now these charges hold weight |
| Got me stressin |
| Shit depressin |
| Couple miles away |
| At the dispensary they sellin weed everyday |
| From a clone and a seed |
| They consumin the weed |
| A continuous need |
| For a hunger we feed |
| A sativa to ease |
| Got you feelin right |
| An indica will |
| Put you to sleep at night |
| It’s a passion of mine |
| That compassionate time (Yeah, right?) |
| They take ya money and rob you blind |
| Just come tot he doctor |
| For a peace of mind |
| Yeah, come to the doctor |
| For a peace of mind |
| Have you seen the news? |
| They legalized in California |
| But the feds still tryna |
| Put the pressure on ya |
| Forever we grind |
| Until the end of time |
| Yea we blowin some smoke |
| Then let’s open ya mind |
| But the feds still tryna |
| Put the pressure on ya |
| Forever we grind |
| Until the end of time |
| Yea we blowin some smoke |
| Then let’s open ya mind |
| I started with a couple clones |
| Now my home is a grow |
| Had to pay off a few neighbors |
| But keep that on the low |
| Now all I gotta do is cut em down |
| Bag it, then go |
| To my local weed shop |
| And sell it back to the store |
| Who knew the habits that I had would be so profitable |
| But Uncle Sam wants to put taxes on the ounces I sold |
| That ain’t legalization |
| That’s just some more domination |
| Free the nation from the hating |
| On the tree that we blazin |
| I’m pushing out so many jars |
| You’re as high as the stars |
| You’re losing gravity in your midst |
| Like a mission to mars |
| The future was so bright |
| Now we uplifting with ours |
| Oppositions still wanna see us behind bars |
| Special interest money comin |
| Like Monopoly runnin things |
| But there ain’t no stoppin me |
| They can’t offer a fuckin' thing |
| Legalize and i’ll advertise |
| California high in your eyes |
| Have you seen the news? |
| They legalized in California |
| But the feds still tryna |
| Put the pressure on ya |
| Forever we grind |
| Until the end of time |
| Yea we blowin some smoke |
| Then let’s open ya mind |
| Have you seen the news? |
| They legalized in California |
| But the feds still tryna |
| Put the pressure on ya |
| Forever we grind |
| Until the end of time |
| Yea we blowin some smoke |
| Then let’s open ya mind |