Heyo, ey yo, you know what day it is, April 20, heavenly sent we
Spooky H and High Drop Jah, venting out for everybody toking on that stuff
Our time still has some who like to make a ruckus
About green packets sitting in my pockets
As relentless as the clock is they like to top this
With moral phrases like they problem stoppers
They cry praises on how to stop the hazes
Not even knowing what the blaze is
This phase is transitional in our era
Mistaking it for effort in making our air cleaner
You like to get your life subpoeaned?
Self assessed authorities get meaner
Really, they meaning to clean ya
Not understanding that you′s a dreamer
For a society when one won't deem ya for one that teams up
With ones that need clean up instead of a re-up
Be up and familiar with the latest developments
In a sense that delving on judgmental sentences
Might craze you and hence presented be an alternative
That don′t put negatives through superlatives
Let somebody educated drop some facts
Till they restructuralize these antique rats
All of ungowned judges are approximators
Tryna assume what grows on my people's acres
Proxy narrators showing different faces
Cocksure curators lacing people's laces
Surveillance tryna find a spot to ace us
Cuz tied up we can′t run from shot up places
They figured our baggage weight is above the carry capacity
It might appear to be witty to stomp down on the gritty
Who have nowhere to hide in Capital Lie city
But reality winds up kinda shitty as the cycle becomes a spiral
But no chance this′ll ever get viral rather evidence filed n piled
As prejudice calls the sirens you better bow down to the tyrants
Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough
But its just medicine aint no bluff
Why the angry stares?
Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?
Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough
But its just medicine aint no bluff
Why the angry stares?
Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?
I get so high I feel vertigo
And motion sickness from how the verses go
Fast with a quickness of wit
They grip
Souls on an estrangement trip
From the everyday
Explained in metaphors
Blowing doors
Into your mind
Thus defined
Is my style of refined
Cerebral missiles
In a loose bind
So they can fly
Everywhere around at any time
And each one chimes
Into creating a jive
No listener left behind
Am I not kind?
So freely alluding
To problems that are brooding
In people before I set to overruling
Whats deemed as fine tuning
And in that surely scoring
With lyrics hot to the point of soaring
Also trees in droves
With hopes of vivid tropes
Forest fires nobody opposed
Because ladies and blokes toke in my clique too
Your resolve gets nicked dude
And so youre left to dumbly sit
And listen to my firing slit
Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough
But its just medicine aint no bluff
Why the angry stares?
Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?
Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough
But its just medicine aint no bluff
Why the angry stares?
Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?
Each line in this rhyme outlines the times
When weed signs will fly high in the sky
Lifting disguises of riled up wild designs defiled
By traumas they cause drama lined up
To rise up from the rank and file with guile
All the while violence went out of style
Stop defiling and start piling up silver linings
To avalanche all the wildlings into confining
Their aggression in mental trash bags
Only then the rag-tag society wouldnt bag
Their dead by the zounds with every other heart-pound
And the sound of freedom will truly ring home
Like in utopian tomes, end would the drones
And bombs the throng of wronged
Would gradually disappear and all and their peers
Would cease feeling fears and relax into living out their dreams
Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough
But its just medicine aint no bluff
Why the angry stares?
Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?
Spooky H and High Drop Jah we make throats go rough
But its just medicine aint no bluff
Why the angry stares?
Why they try to keep our aspirations banned?
