"the Magical Herb"
lying awake
the pain over takes
no sight of a cure
no hope for the world
deadly perscription pills
doctors with no idea
where is the magical herb
the one we all deserve
the cash crop of the west
thats argubley the best
remove these shackles
and let our minds break free
just three little letters
T.H.C
Copyright © Justin Odom | Year Posted 2010
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