Song Description
Marijuana...The Oats of God, breakfast of champions...
| Song Length |
2:45 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic, Rock - Hard Rock |
Lyrics
Oats of God
I'm drifting off in space again
The by-product of one too many seeds
I'm tired of smoking cow shit
That thieves are passing off as weed
Just want to be a cultivator
I could sow the oats of god myself
But the DEA and FBI
Would like to make my life a living hell
I should have the right
Just as day turns to night
To sow the oats of god
An ounce or more you can say good-bye
To what you once called your life of peace
They'll strip you down, turn you 'round
You're a criminal.....its easy!
I stay at home, I don't drive UTI (Under the Influence)
Get so hungry, I call the pizza guy
Keep to myself, I don't like a crowd
With the oats of god I blow a hazy cloud
So now you're a dealer, considered a threat to society
All for a plant from the wild that grows to help those in misery
© 2010 by Kevin W. Maness
605 S. Hilton St.
Boise, ID 83705-1145
Kman1234@gmail.com
This track is on 4 Member Playlists