Something About Mary (eine Freistil-Hommage)
Your juicy buds of sweetest green,
too sweet indeed like chocolate queen,
thou artst a gift to human race,
to roll a spliff in time and space.
simple you so I dont need,
much stuff to burn the son of seed,
just roll you up and wrap around,
the paper with a rustling sound
lighting you up means pleasure to me,
I can't stand but with hands on your melancholy,
Unease leaves my troubled mind,
mental strength is what I find
in every single breath a take,
of these vigour vapors, i can't escape.
Therefore I proudly proclaim Queen Mary,
to rule eternally for she's legendary
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