NAME OF A NAME  by Preacher John  19/4/99

There's power in a name like the power there is in secrets
Cast aside your slave name and write with your left hand
Throw light upon the page from the dark half of the brain
Rename yourself and stand and see another man

(or woman, but that don't scan)

by Preacher John
There's a man banged up in jail with multiple sclerocis
By those who haven't got it
Who tell him he can only take doses of the drugs prescribed
By his registered quack
Which would be all roses except the pills don't work
Or the side-effects are grevious
Our man can't kick back and toke a spliff
Even though it stops
The pain and the shakes and returns his limbs to life
No he must suffer
Why can't he take this herb - bliss gift from nature
Smoked by millions for thousand of years?
Well now…
Ganja grow most anywhere and pretty fast at that
Ganja clothe you and make you rope
Ganja fuel you and warm your house
Ganja build that house its pretty tough
Ganja feed you and heal too
Ganja get you high
And you got seed its mostly free
Now you see why they can't stand this prince of weeds
It must be banned
'Cos a gift like this - it free the race of man

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