My generation just garbaged out, trashed, junking,
Tokin ganja, textin peers about the highs they're surfing,
Trying to be working, but that isn't fucking working,
Porking up off processed food, we're drownin like monkeys in monsoons,

Packing plentiful pot, netflixin cartoons,
Piloting my imperfect primal primate's platoon,
Dodging wolves, sharks and vultures,
It's the counterculture leader of these goons, (HAULT THERE!)

I'm from where we all forget,
How many people we fucked by 14,
Whores fiend for the d-hole,
And assholes manipulate sheeple,

So I smoke the soon-to-be-legal, reefer not evil,
Watchin weasels worm around, while these my people,
I got the crown in this town, watch me arm up and surround,
Rise and swarm with masses heavier than pounds of Radon atoms,

[Chorus]
I wish you could see,
What I can see,
x2
Sometimes you have to get up really high,
To see how small you are,
I'm going home now

Blueberry fields and meth labs,
Smokin heavenly good while breakin bad,
Walter White on a Whitman nature hike,
Hitman smokin a peace pipe, Iz with the wit he lights,

Up and down I roll through coasts profound, bound up,
Tied up in a system that doesn't give a fuck, then why we stuck?
Why we fucked if they hate us? Why can't they debate us?
Face us? They're lame sus, while I'm cool sauce,

Odd, cause in the face of danger, you're a stranger,
While I remain here, calm like dearmed bomb,
My hurt locker imploded, emotionally overloaded,
Wrote this quick so I get this shit out my fuckin head,

Karma is God, stop preying, start producing,
We got so much dichotomy here, cause everyone loonin,
Vroom vroom-ing in a mazda, perc poppin with actors,
Never paid or laid, I mean they two-faced, cause who aint?

[Chorus]
I wish you could see,
What I can see,
x2
Sometimes you have to get up really high,
To see how small you are,
I'm going home now

Back in the sticks where we flic the bics,
More heated than volcanos, lava flow I spit slick,
And my balls have grown real fuckin big,
Always hurtin for a chicken to be squirtin liquid!

An anti-Nixon, your freaky neighbor, it's Iz lasered off sabers,
Now I'm fighting Star wars, psychedelic horror of sort, acres,
Of cannabis caretakers raking in more dro than DEA know,
But shhh though, I just know I'm floatin pro of the prose,

You think you run with scary crews? I been to places you nighmared of,
So fucked up I make up words for the stuff,
Limited language, you may have, but I am abstract like Jack,
Son of the Pollock people, from fishin villages so illiterate its sad,

Wack's what most of my people are called, from the white man assault,
And I'M white? Made a right-turn to the left, saw the appalled,
But all I did was applaud, we're all on the same side,
Weird wanderers loving music, women and wisdom, soce-i- path or break ties?