I was my natural self being in a particular groove when I was accosted by bluebottles they was low types full of guile and craft and tried to locate my stash by rifling my pockets they were due a disappointment coz I’d already imbibed and was well off my rocker yeah herb means life, or so jah say everybody’s doing it nowadays I was indignant and stood on my rights they got suss and fled through the night but the war on drugs is never over we’re bound to meet again on another sorry day
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