Osama wants me dead because I smoke sensi   It’s not a war anyway it’s become an atrocity   To a million different people, the truth finally comes:   We’re all pounding the same beat on different drums   To a government that lies to her children help us, we’re rebellious   But there’s another side of the problem here   Of dear, your kids live in fear   We scream and pray you hear   Now everybody’s running and everybody’s coming   Everybody’s got something to say   Get caught with weed and you’ll be back on the street   Is that the price we must pay?   I want to fly away   I’ll land when I’m safe to stay   I wana get high today   But lately I’m too afraid      I got 2 pounds of crippy weed   Riding through St. Cloud, woah   Driving down 192   Got the reggae music cranked loud, woah   Everybody’s lookin for the ganja   But they don’t gotta go up to orange   If life is a big fat spliff   Then take a big fat whiff of this chronic shit   No time to rise up against ‘em   Rude boys been charged by the system   All I can do is resist ‘em   But I’m tired of being the victim   More dead from police violence, you cannibals   Adds more guilt to the conscience   The voice that you cannot silence   I’m not down with the crack rock   I just smoke pot and I don’t want to be fucked with   People if you’re down with the purple   It’s time to get verbal   Or this is what you’re gonna be stuck with