Sentenced To Burn One

If all stoners go straight to hell, then I guess I'll get to smoke with Satan, himselfBored with the bullshit of a get-a-head worldKept to himself a habit that his country can't afford, criminalizationSmokes on the weekends and at parties or with babesEventually he gets ratted, is arrested but gives no namesBeat to shit by the cops, a monster for his love of good potDragged into the court of law, soon he'll be sentenced and probably left to rotWhatever punishment the judge decidesThere will be no laughing, no stoned high-fivesHis life will be ruined, his spirits run weakA thoughtless verdict, the judge begins to speakI'd say you've earned one, sentenced to burn oneNow it's high-time you've learned, sonYou're choking, catch that feeling, for a minute, of tokingPoisonous strain provokingCirculatory system is seethingAnd now you are slowly ceasing to keep control of your breathingThis sentence takes on new meaningExecution witnessed, family's grievingJudiciary system's deceiving, disgusted jury, head attorney's heavingBored with the bullshit of a get-a-head worldNow you have been targeted by policies absurdStop, you cannot, for the right and wrong they must discernThey're sending you to gas chambers, it's just as you deserveFooled to the end, no one knows once againTo your death you are sent, terror is what is meantGovernment conspiracy, lethal dose of THCRevolting, head explodes yet the body's still convulsingLike the roach that he is by merely dying drug-free world indemnifyingBecause they can, there's no way to fight the manNew world order type of planResults are achieved through their lying, police spying, genocide they are implying