Seizures put me in despair, while Politicians ignore our call.
They say that only their drugs must win, while they line ours up against a wall.


They commit legal genocide. Why can’t this Country see the light.
My herb is a race from the mists of time, that helps me make it through the night.


Well I don’t care if they say it’s wrong. people fear what they don’t understand.
I want to be be seizure free until tomorrow, so tonight I need a friend…..
…like Mary Jane.


Too many people are dead and gone, while they steal away our rights.
And it’s sad that I can’t have a cone, to help me make it through the night.


And I still don’t care if they say it’s wrong. people fear what they don’t understand.
I want to be seizure free until tomorrow, so tonight I need a friend…..
….like Mary Jane.


Too many people are dead and gone, while they steal away our rights.
And it’s sad that I can’t have a cone, to help me make it through the night.


Yeah, I don’t want to be hunted down at home, for a herb that helps me through the night.


Created by: Medcanpoet Feb. 2008