Who Am I
Who am I?
I’m root of a race and a culture
A lover not a fighter
Call me Weed… Call me
Spliff… Call me Ganjah
The tree that bears the fruits of Jah
I’ll clear your mind like water
Free you from you mental corner
Out of your sorrow, I’ll give you laughter
Take you high to see your master
Maybe converse with your creator
Make you feel in this universe, you are the centre
In the drunken world, I’ll make you sober
Make unstoppable like a supernova
Give you the world when it’s all over
Mentally sinking? I’ll make you a swimmer
Can't you fly right now? I’ll make you a drifter
In this speeding world, I’ll make it slower
Do you wonder? How to be a traveller?
Because I’m the transport to mental China
Only luggage you need is a lighter
Only Passport you need is a Rizzler
Tell your Mama and Papa that you’ll see them later
Follow me and soon you’ll see that I am Marijuana!
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