L'il Seed
(C. Brennan/ Chambers/ E. Dando/ Tarver)
Society tells me who I can be
Tells me who I can know
Tells me what I can grow
Some office slob tells me when I can talk
Tells me when I can choke
Tells me what I can smoke
Well the critics criticising, analysing
Tell me what do they know?
People pushing, people showing
Too much hate and not enough loving
Guess that’s the way it goes
Now the cops are on my land
Took my garden in the sand
I’m feeling kinda low
All for a l’il weed
All for a l’il seed
What comes out of the dirt
Tell me how it can hurt
Tell me who it can harm
It works on a man
I coaxed her out of the ground, baby
From just a l’il seed
Comes some mighty fine weed
Yeah, the critics criticising, theorising
Tell me what do they know?
People pushing, people showing
Too much hate and not enough loving
Guess that’s the way it goes
Now the cops are on my land
Now they’ve broken up my band
I’m feeling kinda low
All for a l’il weed
All for a l’il seed
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