Stoner Prayer
Now I pass out into sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Grant no other stoner take
My wееd and воng before I wake
Keep me safely in thy sight
And grant no crackhead's thrill tonight
And in the morning let me awake
Breathing scents of wake 'n bake
God protect me in my dreams
and make this better than it seems
Grant the time may siwftly fly
When myself shall be so high
In a green grass wееd bed
Where I long to rest my head
Far away from all these scenes
And the smell of bammer smoked by beans
Take me back into the land
Where the cops never take you out
Where the wееd won't burn my throat like sand;
Where the scent of chronis blows
Where the good Mary Jane grows;
Take me back and I'll promise then
Never to leave BC again