They say I get too high
That's a lie
I'm not Icarus
I'm a cowboy
I'm a farmer
A Ganja Farmer
Growing green
Don't care if I'm seen
Got connections
From the PoPo to Whitehall
I'm not someone you want to brawl
Last nagger who challenged me
Died mysteriously
It wasn't me!
I'm just preparing for impending legalization
Going to storm this nation
And I'm sick and tired
Of the countryside bags
Small nugs
No supply
HIGH demand
So I'll fill that role
And be the Kingpin
JK, it's all for me
I'd smoke an ounce everyday
If I didn't live in marijuana povertay
They want to tell me how to live my life
So I'll bury the region in trichomes
This is MY HOME
You're in my territory now
I got the mycelium networks underground
Going to undercut the competition
Selling grams for a pound
Getting high
On my own supply
I ain't Pol Pot
I'm burning blazing hot
I'm Criminal Pot
@RiskDebonair
Irish Writer, Poet, & Ganja Farmer