The gravity's yours, it never stops,
(and) If spring is here, something must jots,
Weed is obscene and skank is close,
This is the tale of the antidope.
The needle ink and the police drone,
Chase the money and the ganja cone,
But jokes aside, uncuffed by the cops,
The empty dope (was) kept in the roof tops.
Coke supermarket and the legal part,
Stoned attorneys by the sniffing art,
Underage dose from the host chemist,
Cuts if raw and that's a bliss.
Bug powder dust, my folks are back,
My webcam was on as a kind of hack,
That was the tale of the antidope,
Jah have mercy and Burroughs hope.