Sweet Ganja

In the morning, as the sun begins to rise, The world is quiet, no need for disguise, We gather 'round with peace in our eyes, Inhaling freedom, reaching for the skies. Roll it up, pass it 'round, Let the good vibes take us down, Ganja smoke, it fills the air, We find our rhythm, lose our cares. In the evening, when the stars shine bright, We find our haven, a mellow delight, In clouds of smoke, we let our minds take flight, A sacred moment, a calming sight. Roll it up, pass it 'round, Let the good vibes take us down, Ganja smoke, it fills the air, We find our rhythm, lose our cares.