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Stoop kid sitting on his porch all night long,
Waiting for his friend to bring him his bong.
He hears his mom yell at him from inside,
He sees the pigs coming and decides to hide.
Doesn't take long and there's knocks at the door.
Loud yells are coming from the corridor.
Jumps out the window and lands on his face.
Spits out the grass with thoughts of disgrace.
He hears the dogs and he runs and runs.
He has imagination, they've only got guns.
Soon he will get caught and thrown into jail.
His friends and family won't post the bail.
But one day he will be released and free.
And he'll legalize it for you and me.