We Are The Hemp Appreciation Society
We are the Old Brethren of the Pure Herb
We propagate the weed we love the most
We reap what we sow, and we reap hemp
We reap good karma as we sow herb seed
We tend bhang bushes with pride and love
We water with care, and prune with caution
As we watch the deep green leafs multiply
Observe the buds getting fatter and juicier
Sticky oozing resin of healing gracefulness
We harvest a crop of beneficial treatments
The yield we dry, trim and cure for medicine
We like our bud, a potent, pungent painkiller
A tonic for sadness to keep moods stable
Gentle herb remedy keeps our body nimble
We are the brethren of the loving gold herb
We use weed to work, play, study and relax
We have no shame about our cannabis love
We do not murder, vandal, rob, rape or abuse
We just cultivate the ancient plants of mirth
We blaze upon our pipes, bongs and biffters
We are the proud Ancient Brethren of Ganjah
We are not a threat or danger, just high again
We are not strange, just peaceful pot puffers
Partakers of herb creating a world of harmony
Free of mental slavery, hatred and pot tyranny
