Woo Zen Wei

You can roll me You can smoke me You can put me out You can roach me You can toke me You can cook me down In the morning and the evening Afternoon and night Take me any where you go Even on a hike You can bake me You can hate me You can love me with a passion You can smell me You can sell me You can put me in a jar In the middle of the night Heading for the kitchen Ill be sitting there With my stem in the middle I bring danger I like strangers I'm often out of reach I'm green, from the ground I'll never bring you down With your friends by your side Guitars and a fire Ill be by your side making everything A little brighter