Grass is my power I constantly want
It maketh me fly high in sweet pleasures
It increaseth my sensations
It restoreth deep awareness
It guideth me through sounds and colours
With complete sensitivity
Yea though I live in the twilight
Of dependence I do fear nothing
For grass is with me
A Puff of a joint it comforts me
Through problems abound in presence of living
More puffs on a joint they keep me
My mind runneth away
Surely joy and delight can I follow with marijuana
And I shall dwell in the hell of my unsatisfied need
Forever and ever