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Verse I:
I have been paddling from whence I cane
But now I'm lost, not keeping track of all my days
Looking around, every exit an empty space
Oh if I could trace my journey of so many days

I haven't been, responsible in frivolity
My overindulgence is taking the breath from me
I hold no piety and thus no system of things
And now am just too proud to go back where I started from

CHORUS: (x2)
I was born, my only man
All I have is what i understand
I made deductions from the doctrine seduction and...
Now I've come into my own

Verse II:
now every man will agree that men of war
Only negotiate with their swords drawn
And humility has no place in the battle field
When savagery ensues, survival is a blood feud

I'm conditioned according to a set of statutes
I need amancipation from this rigid little tunnel
But true freedom is anarchy in this global village
This enourmous prison, a facad of reason

CHORUS (x2)

Verse III:
The meal is served and the portions are unequal, and
Some men will gorge on the blood of the weaker
For the ladder of success is cannabis to the cannibal
It gets them higher and they'll do it with no remourse

Cannabis is in the air(x4)
Verse I:   I have been paddling from whence I cane   But now I'm lost, not keeping track of all my days   Looking around, every exit an empty space   Oh if I could trace my journey of so many days      I haven't been, responsible in frivolity   My overindulgence is taking the breath from me   I hold no piety and thus no system of things   And now am just too proud to go back where I started from      CHORUS: (x2)   I was born, my only man   All I have is what i understand   I made deductions from the doctrine seduction and...   Now I've come into my own      Verse II:   now every man will agree that men of war   Only negotiate with their swords drawn   And humility has no place in the battle field   When savagery ensues, survival is a blood feud      I'm conditioned according to a set of statutes   I need amancipation from this rigid little tunnel   But true freedom is anarchy in this global village   This enourmous prison, a facad of reason      CHORUS (x2)      Verse III:   The meal is served and the portions are unequal, and   Some men will gorge on the blood of the weaker   For the ladder of success is cannabis to the cannibal   It gets them higher and they'll do it with no remourse      Cannabis is in the air(x4)