DESCRIPTION:
Taken from the album "Married To Marijuana"
by Black The Ripper aka Samson Blackaveli.
Available for purchase on CD & iTunes music store

Produced, composed & arranged by Harry Love for Medicinal Purposes
©2013 Medication Records

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I light up everywhere, you can smell the tree smoke.
I've got to pack at least an ounce before I leave home.
Hit the studio and space out in a deep zone.
Free my brother Rage, it's about time that he's home.

We stay tripping out. It's the way we live, in fact
It's the only way to live, you, man, are missing out.
It used to be Thai weed and a dragon stout
Now its og kush and champagne we are splashing out

You can smell the dank any time that I'm about.
Some people screw up their faces, I tell them, "Shut your mouth!"
Legalise the ting, feds want to penalise the ting.
I drink a little bit but reefer is my ting.

I just want to smoke more time, please do not rush me,
I'll just take longer, I do not run on your time.
Find me in Amsterdam smoking on some shoreline,
Banging out these tracks till it's tour time. See you soon!

[Verse 2]
I wake up every morning and burn a L, they say
Life's the best teacher, then I'm learning well.
On a poor day still got half o on my raw tray
Drugs are cool, but I swear music is my forte.

I smoke weed, fuck police, don't care what the law says,
I just balls everything and put on my war face.
Getting stoned on the way to my court case.
Love these girls, I blow smoke up in the broad's face.

And on some honesty shit,
Them skinny Zoots can't run, don't pass me poverty spliffs.
I'd rather build my own, 24/7, I'm in my zone
When I die and go to heaven, you know I'm taking a O

And when we go on holiday, we always got something
Calm and collected, as we are stepping past customs.
Raised in the 90s, born in the 80s,
Sending this one out to all of my ganja babies.