Every morning the same old story, I don’t care and I’m not worried!
In the morning when I wake up and I feel all right, in the morning when I step out on the morning light. In the
morning when she wakes me up and holds me tight, in the morning when I’m shining like a star I do know why I’m getting
high and my felling is all right. Listen to the wind listen to the earth it’s time to play in the ground full of herb.
Running through plantation I go visit ganja, inspiration is calling me, we belong together