Up In Smoke

I was walking in the park, a block away from home; When I ran up on some cops, who were mounted on their roans. They said I smelled like weed and I could be aresseted; So I should give up what I had, before their times invested. I went into my act and denied that I was holding; But they wouldn't buy it and jail time was unfolding. So I reached down in my pocket and grabbed my bag of grass; As they were reaching for it they said, I barely saved my ass. I went back to my house, that was just a block away; I told the people I was living with, I just might leave today. I was pacing like a cat, so I went out for a walk; I was looking for a place to hide; I didn't want to talk. I was walking in the bushes, where the squirrels jump and hop; When I came up on some horses, which the riders were the cops. They were nowhere to be found, these badges of the force; But I knew what they had done; they smoked my weed of course. Hoory for city living and its moralistic fiber; Hoory for law and order and the horse back mounted rider. Bless the Golden Gate and the park that bares its name; And heaven help the lawless man, that carries not his blame