weed, mota, macoña, pot...

Let me tell you about this little thing that I got the chance to try,

You take a hit, hold on to it, and it makes you fly.

If you’re not used to it can make you cough,

If is your first time, with just one hit is more than enough.

It makes you think, relaxed and happy. No is bad! I wonder why?

Thant little herb, than could make somebody a bad influence,

Someone said “if you keep smoking, you’re gonna suffer the consequences”

What harm could it do to you? That little plant.

Don’t fight it, try it of you can.

And feel rejoiced with the almighty presence.

The plant that everyone is fighting, and arguing for.

Take a hit, and take one last more.

If you smoke it, do it as if you ever going to do it again,

Close your eyes, feel it inside your head, look how it shines.

Lay down, shit! Hear the melodic shore.

Have respect over it, do not abuse,

Once you don’t have it, it so confuse.

Don’t try to have it everyday,

Then you’ll become its main inoffensive prey.

Suddenly your miserable situation you’d want to refuse.

…p@k()