DEFENDER'S RAP

• i knew this fairy,
• her name is marijuana, who now is dead short for mary
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• when she died, i often blew out her ashes,
• that is her left over dust
• it was a gift of her remains that still reproduces,
• i put it in packages, on a bus
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• it was a cure for stress, and a medicine the brain,
• i love it more than her, what a damn shame
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• when i cremenated her, she burned up with dust,
• smoke in my eyes i can see her,
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• her smelly dust from her body, got my body and mind feeling high,
• eyes smokey, i see her in my zonation and we fly,
• with no limits we chill out in the sky
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• so from this day, i keep her remaining dust in plastic bags, and rolled up paper,
• she rest in peace, i blow it like a bubble, as the fairy dust smoke vapor
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• it evaporates, i still see you mary, i was her number 1 fan
• she was my tinker bell, i was her peter pan
• we meet she takes so high and we dance,
• in love with her, we were best friends
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• what levels will this treasure of dust take me, i found,
• she comes alive in the dust of my eyes,
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• we meet mary wanna, ( mari-juana ) go round, round
• we get so high, and fly and dance,
• we fly, as best friends,
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• in circles, this cure of stess i was given was found
• and mary wanna ( marijuana ) go round, and round