A Kind Herbaceous Hug of Mother Hemp
We are a ragged bunch, an odd collective
We’re the sad, heartbroken people in pain
We the misfit, outcasts and often ignored
A motley crew of scallwags and dreamers
We’re the hurt, injured, vulnerable and poor
We’re the glum, depressed and the morose
The manic obsessive and the over thinkers
The hyperactive, the lazy, the socially inept
The crazy, emotive, tearful, unsure and shy
We were the unpopular and geek at school
Shunned, mocked, bullied and often hated
Misunderstood, misinterpreted an’ doubted
But we are united by the herb of fellowship
We’re a wacky bunch of proud pot smokers
Dedicated compassionste canna cultivators
Determined daily wonder weed medicators
A merry band of hemp brothers and sistars
A ganjah gang of growing the healing green
A worldwide congregation of cannabis care
We’ve found our identity in the leaf of truth
We’re welcomed by the herb of compassion
Mother Mary’ll give every human being a hug
She is all inclusive and is forever giving love
Companionship and contentment are in bud
You never feel alone when fabulously stoned
