Everybody's Gotta

Everybody's gotta tonic

Weed is my chronic

Let's lift our minds off the ground

Everybody's gotta power

Every soul is a flower

Unfurled, the spirits abound

Everybody's gotta free up sometime.

Cellular relax, floating sublime,

Loose collar, m.i.a., bad boy for a day,

Good-for-nothing, or no one but yourself, as they say.

Smell the sun, taste the wind, and clearing the mind

Everything's alright with a good unwind

Everybody's gotta need to touch the sky.

Reach for your substance, let's get high,

In a quiet focus to meditate

Or to reason, or to ruminate.

We make our own atmosphere, no matter where

One partakes, two forgive, and I'll meet you there

Everybody's gotta have a place to run.

A private space far beyond the sun.

Where, just you, me and our circumstance

Are who we see, and not by chance.

In a place of bright mist ...our colors of purpose

Where spirits reveal what no man can show us

Everybody's gotta take a hit now and then,

So keep your judgements to yourself, my friend.

To be honest, you like me better in this state

Cos you know, otherwise we'll irritate and grate

on each other's lifestyles. Different drugs, you and I

But one sip, one smoke, and together we'll fly