Cannabis and terrorism
A baby washes up on the shore,
Police come crashing through medical cannabis’ open door.
Our politicians lie, cheat and steals,
Exclusively funded by heartless men of corporate deals.
The idea of caring is quickly gone,
In its place, we’ll kill your Muslim son.
Blood letting, pain and too much sorrow,
Stick it on the kids bill for tomorrow.
The world is sick and on decline,
Until you stand up and say the responsibility is mine.
We have the power to change these crimes,
By joining together towards more compassionate times.
Praguepot is trying to point out the problem,
We need you to rise up and fucking help us out.