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People keep on polluting, we see the effects on the ground
People keep on salluting, the powers holding them down
People keep on dying, to fufil endless needs
People keep on crying, out just for a feed
People keep on cheating, and stealing from the ones that they love
People keep on sinning, and praying for forgiveness above
People keep on turning, their heads and walking away
but people won’t you listen, to these words I have to say
You can imprison my body, but you’ll never get my mind
Oh no don’t you worry, because I have the time
You can lock up my being, but you’ll never cage my soul
Remember this face you seeing, and the words I tell
People keep on spying unlawfully on the youth
Whilst others keep on denying, all of this god damn truth
People keep on hurting, just for a thrill
so People won't you listen, to these words I have to spill
You can imprison my body, but you’ll never get my mind
Oh no don’t you worry, because I have the time
You can lock up my being, but you’ll never cage my soul
Remember this face you seeing, and the words I tell
You can imprison my body, but you’ll never get my mind
Oh no don’t you worry, because I have the time
You can lock up my being, but you’ll never cage my soul
Remember this face you seeing, and the words I tell
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Now you see, they’re trying to categorise me
Oh as a bad man, for my actions I plead guilty
For satisfaction
They’re tryna charge me with excessive freedoms,
What a joke so what I toke
What a joke so what I smoke
So call me a criminal, and call me a theif
Call me a coward , I still do as I please
You call it injustice, I call it plain wrong
But i will keep on toking son,
and thats the point of this prohibition song
Now they say lock the rasta man up for ten years
For growing mother nature he must pay with his tears
Hes lost in blindness alone, stuck with his fears
For growing mother nature son, they gave that poor man ten years
So call me a criminal, and call me a theif
Call me a coward I still do as I please
You call it injustice, I call it plain wrong
But i will keep on toking son,
and thats the point of this prohibition song
Now you see, my people we know freedom aint free
and we aint free to grow so why bother me
Maybe you should get to know, the hypocrisy
That you were spoon fed by them you trust most,
by them you trust most
So call me a criminal, and call me a theif
Call me a coward I still do as i please
You call it injustice, I call it plain wrong
But i will keep on toking son,
and thats the point of this prohibition song
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How many times must we wonder why
How many times must the children cry
Oh lord its time to end this prohibition
See them children cry for them people die
While our government turns a blind eye
Oh lord, its time to end this prohibition
Oh lord, time to end the prohibition
See the answer lies in regulation
You can tax supply, just end debating
Oh lord, it’s time to end this prohibition
See its time for correct education
This plant wont hurt, it’ll heal our nation
Oh lord, its time to end this prohibition
Oh lord, time to end the prohibition
See its time to legalise
See its time to legalise
Won't you open up your eyes and legalise
See its time to legalise
See its time to legalise
Won't you open up your eyes and legalise
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