G for ganja!
G for God -
G for ganja!
G for good -
G for ganja!
G for great -
G for ganja!
G for gold -
G for ganja!
I wonder
What a stanza!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Marcus the Ganja Man
I'm Marcus the ganja man,
I live in a caravan.
I sell all my weed
To help children in need,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm Marcus the ganja man,
They're trying to put a ban
On the laughs and the joys
I'm giving the boys
When they visit my caravan.
I'm Marcus the ganja man
Who's fighting the Smoking Ban,
Please tell the police
To bloody well cease,
I'm doing the best that I can.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Sad in Jamaica
Nobody is sad in Jamaica
Ganja rules
Some people are happy in Jamaica
Reggae plays
Give me some ganja and play me some reggae
Everybody is happy in Jamaica
poem by Doris Dzameshie
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Feel Me
Come and get some
Feel my heart
Troubled thoughts
I'm riddled daily
Upon youth
I challenge
Straighten your ways
My boozin' daze
Puffin' the ganja
Droppin' purple haze
Just say no
This is no way to travel
Pain flows through me
Like a siv
This is no way
To live
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Cheek To Cheek
I want to dance with you cheek to cheek
I don't want to smoke this ganja's stick
I want to hold you tight in my arms
I want to feel alright have the charms
I want to sing a song for you tonight
I want peace baby I don't want to fight
I want to stop this painful thought's storm
I want to dance with you with rhythm
poem by Asif Andalib
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Trailer Load
Take five! !
'Ganja' smoke is in the air!
But if you live by the gun,
You wll surely die by the gun as well.
False pretender!
With complicated issues to destroy your muse;
But pull up and come again!
For you are the most wanted person in this town.
Eye of the tiger and hands of a man,
Your trailer load of money was made from the guns!
But try to tell them the truth like the morning star.
Take five! !
You dare not to try it again!
For the guns will surely kill you one day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Like A Kite
'Black Hills Road',
Your love is like a kite which has taken me so far away!
'White Hills Road',
Your muse is like a kite which has taken me so far away!
For your 'ganja-tea' took me so high.
My life and my leadership came to you,
And like the clash of the ideologies around;
But i left my nightmare on the street last night.
I give thanks to your hot-milk,
But i will live up to speak out my mind;
And i am ready to learn from your ideologies as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Slavery in Africa
Africa oh Africa, how can you trade your own brothers and sisters for goods. They have crossed vast oceans, changed cultures and become different people yes their skin is what tells me that the are your children.They have developed a new style of dressing and new language.In Brazil they have kept your style of fighting. In Jamaica the have kept your religion of smoking ganja.Africa look your have divided your land with European languages look at zambia they share same names with Congo DRC but the now think they are french and english shame on you Africa you have lost your tongue.
poem by George mwandu
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Away with America
I have no time for frivolities
My time is for my priorities.
I have no time for church,
Though I love religion
And God of the religion.
I have no time for ganja,
Though I love rasters;
Away with your America!
I shall find it here in Africa!
You can go back to history
And tell mythological Jupiter
To come down to America
With a more charming Pandora,
I shall love more my Africa.
If you can find happiness inside,
What else would you be looking
For outside?
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Now you are both my friend and foe!
Now you are both my friend and foe!
Still leaving you is sweet sorrow!
Oops! You can change my tomorrow!
Still kissing you is a sweet dream
Though my love for you is extreme!
My thought goes wild like a blue-film!
Still your presence makes me love-sick
But our love-making’s chance is bleak!
I can’t read your mind; it’s all Greek!
You want to see tears on my cheek
So I am on love’s frozen peak
And my friend is a ganja’s stick!
Baby, make me believe in love.
Have you not hated me enough?
Please lock me up with love’s hand-cuff!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Illegal Business
Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal Business controls America
One afternoon around eleven o'clock
It was freezing cold
He was standing on the block
Sellin' cheeba
Mixin' dimes
Sayin' a rhyme
Just to pass the time
The cops passed by
But he stayed calm
'Cause the leather trench coat
Was keepin' him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself
They look like they know me
They drove away
But he didn't stay
He jumped in the cab
And he paid his tab
But guess who he saw
When he hit the block
It was the same cop car
The same two cops
They jumped out quick
They pulled a gun
They said
song performed by by Boogie Down Productions
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Gathering In the Presence of the Light
When we smoke we gather together
in the presence of the light
entering a buoyant state of enlightened mind
all is love, all is laughter when we gather
in the presence of the green goodwill ambassador
Music possesses the body with a mind of its own
colors reveal secret depth and stark sensuality
thoughts becoming a vivid vision mirroring reality
Lungs replete mind drifting aboard crystalline
green goddess ganja wings
smoke clouds carrying musing mental magic
flavored conversation fueling
a deep appreciation for all of God's creation
well spring of ever growing eternal love
when properly used unabused
nature's perfect drug
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Legalise It
Legalise it, yeah, yeah,
Dont criticise it
Legalise it, yeah, yeah,
And I will advertise it
Some of them call it tambi
Some of them call it deh weed
Some call it marijuana
Some of them call it ganja
Every man got to legalise it, yeah, yeah,
Dont criticise it
Legalise it, yeah, yeah,
And I will advertise it
Singers smoke it
And players of instruments too
Legalise it, yeah, yeah
Thats the best thing you can do
Doctors smoke it, nurses smoke it
Judges smoke it, even the lawyer to
So youve got to legalise it, yeah, yeah
Dont criticise it
Legalise it, yeah, yeah,
And I will advertise it
Politicians smoke it, and their children too
Policeman smoke it, when them a steal it from you
Weve got to legalise it, yeah, yeah
Dont criticise it
Legalise it, yeah, yeah,
And I will advertise it
song performed by by Ub40
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Feel The Benefit
Reminisce and speculation
You went out on the street without your shoes on
You didnt listen what your momma said
She said you wont feel the benefit, wont feel the benefit
And if we all went out without our shoes on
Tell me where would we be, where would we be
If all the people in the world lost their reason
What would we see, where would we be
If all the entertainers in the world lost their music
What would they play, what could they say
To pacify the crowd, to justify themselves
Wont feel the benefit
Youre like a cloud behind the sun
Like the face behind the clown
Youre moving like the wrinkles in a frown
And you can never look back
A leaf thats borne upon the wind
A cardboard suitcase in your hand
The wanderer soon returns
And finds the colour of the grass is just the same
On the other side of the tracks, oh no
A latin break
Ooh when you smile its like a holiday
Ooh pack your bags and we can get away
Well float on a queen down to rio
Theres no need to shave
Well be stinking like rum in a punch
You can walk on the water
You can dabble in the mumbo jumbo
You can smoke a little ganja
Float like a cloud over rio, rio
You can ride with the gauchos
Swinging your bolas in a red bandana
You can run with the devil
Takin your chances with senorita
You can drink a lot of coffee in brazil
But the bill is gonna make you ill
Feel the benefit
So, you can go out on the street and take your chances
But if you do, you better do it right
Or you wont feel the benefit, wont feel the benefit
Spin the wheel and take your chances
And your number might come up
Though the odds may be in favor of the house
If all the people in the world would say together
Were all black and white, were all day and night
If all the people in the world could sing together
How would it sound, what would we feel
Wed all feel the benefit
song performed by by 10 Cc
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The Buzz Feeling
Well the man Like General Slinger
So live the life you love and love the life you live
Cause what is in my heart is design to give
But special request is to all back stabber should be stuck in asieve
When I and I smoke sensiman give thanks and praise to the full causes whot
Chorus
The buzz feeling Lord
Well have you ever had the buzz feeling my sisthren
Have You ever had the Buzz Feeling my brethren
Have you ever had the buzz feeling.
You take out you rizla
You start rolling seh three or five sheet me
Seh what you deeling with you take piece of cigarette
Start breaching open up you ganja bag you start
Sprinkling you stick out you tongue and you start fe licking
You lean against a speaker box take you matches lighting
Seh man have you ever had the Buzz Feeling
Chorus
When your head is spinning you knees wobbling you belly rolling
And your eyes shutting fe you head would of blow off
Like a car engine most people in the dance dem start laughing
Some of them cannot explain mysterious feeling so you sit on deh stairs
Gaze pon de ceiling you hand pon you belly
You start fe rubbing a little after that you a little vomiting
So you run down the stairs like a streak of lightening you move
Through the crowd like you hustling you brethren
Shout you start reasoning about thing and time and the flat
Him move in the operater play a tune them start bubbling
It make it even harder fe you passing as you reach out side start
Slow breathing you sit pon de wall and start thinking
song performed by by UB40 from Baggariddim
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The Son Of A Gun
This Son Of A Gun
he can barely run carrying his own weight
his belley runs over his balls he is decadent to the core
inebreted by wine whiling away his time with filty whores
he smells of ganja sniffing coke smokeing dope
he curses down the religions and the pope
he has no morals has sold away his values
with the devil he dines
he owns nothing and nothing that he can call mine
This son of a gun
he rolls over when the kick is done
shocking passeres by mooning over at the foot path
busking away at tea shops and bazzar's
he is alone he is one in a hazaar
he use to be a winner
but now he is just a looser
blowing the trupet beating old rum's
waiting for the time when the next fix can be done
who can match this filhty man
littering the streets with his own vomit
he bangs into you like a haleay's comit
The Son Of A Gun
his family he has left to rot
for the plaesures of the almighty pot
he has no qualms as pleasure is what he seeks
smoking spliff's tied to his narrow beak
tatoo's on his arm are his only identity
with his over grown dirty coat he hides his vanity
The Son of a Gun
some thorw change at him when they like the tune of his flute
as kids pick up from the kitty and enjoy the loot
he aknowledges both passer by's and the looters
as he blow's once in a while from his shappy hooter
he has no direction he has no cause
yet you stop to look at him with a slight pause
This gun this son of a gun
He rubs his hands as the witer fog grows thick
his eyse popping out as he catches the nip
only coffee to keep him company ina tattered mug
he is a mean fella looking like a slug
the pavement is his home and the bazzar's his abode
This gun this bloody son of a gun
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Rubberneck
(flight attendant ...)
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. please fasten your seatbelts. we are nearing
Jamaica -- one of the beguiling isles, born of earths torments. whu-nu-nu-nus
Airlines is pleased to announce our new rubberneck helper evening tour at the
Wide river. your pulse will thrive in the pervasive beat as you wile away the night to
Calypso music played with torches. yes, you in the third world, snap on a palm leaf and
Receive a complimentary electrifying warhol cut and free glass of tia maria. dont be
Alarmed if you feel a little turbulence during touchdown. its merely the rastaman
Vibration!
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
(chorus)
Rubberneck,
Do you want buy ganja.
Rubberneck,
Do you want to follow me home.
Rubberneck,
Were gonna get your money.
Rubberneck,
Were gonna cut you never go home.
Had enough of workin,
I need a rest, I need a piece of paradise.
Been inside for so long,
Aint seen the sun and my skins turnin grey to white.
Heard a man on the street talkin,
He and his old lady havin warm caribbean nights.
So, I go to jamaica and all they tell me is ...
(chorus)
Oh, sweet jamaica,
Sleepy little island in the middle of the deep blue sea.
They got herb the best in the world,
A place every red-blooded hippie should be, yeah.
So, I go pack my bag make a plane,
cause the mans talkin warm caribbean nights.
Here I go to jamaica ... to jamaica ... and all the natives go ...
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
(chorus)
Had enough jamaica,
I need a rest, I need a piece of paradise.
No more rasta red,
Will a knife bout to cut my throat, yeah, and all that jive, no.
So, I go pack my bag,
Make a plane for the states before its too late. ah, bye-bye.
To jamaica ...
(chorus)
(chorus)
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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The Buzz Feeling (Gunslinger)
Well the man Like General Slinger
So live the life you love and love the life you live
Cause what is in my heart is design to give
But special request is to all back stabber should be stuck in asieve
When I and I smoke sensiman give thanks and praise to the full causes whot
Chorus
The buzz feeling Lord
Well have you ever had the buzz feeling my sisthren
Have You ever had the Buzz Feeling my brethren
Have you ever had the buzz feeling.
You take out you rizla
You start rolling seh three or five sheet me
Seh what you deeling with you take piece of cigarette
Start breaching open up you ganja bag you start
Sprinkling you stick out you tongue and you start fe licking
You lean against a speaker box take you matches lighting
Seh man have you ever had the Buzz Feeling
Chorus
When your head is spinning you knees wobbling you belly rolling
And your eyes shutting fe you head would of blow off
Like a car engine most people in the dance dem start laughing
Some of them cannot explain mysterious feeling so you sit on deh stairs
Gaze pon de ceiling you hand pon you belly
You start fe rubbing a little after that you a little vomiting
So you run down the stairs like a streak of lightening you move
Through the crowd like you hustling you brethren
Shout you start reasoning about thing and time and the flat
Him move in the operater play a tune them start bubbling
It make it even harder fe you passing as you reach out side start
Slow breathing you sit pon de wall and start thinking, say never again
would I get that feeling, dread!
Chorus
Well you head stop spinning you knees stop wobbling you belly stop roll
Start crave fe dumpling
Chorus
You I'dren shout you roll up a splif
Me I'dren temptation it is great but
Remember that funny feeling
Chorus
Chorus
song performed by by Ub40
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Banana Republics
By: steve goodman, jim rothermel, steve burgh
1977
Down to the banana republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated americans, hopin to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing, caught by the lure of the sea
Tryin to find what is ailing, livin in the land of the free
Some of them are running from lovers, leaving no foreward address
Some of them are running tons of ganja
Some are running from the i.r.s.
Chorus:
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime
Singin give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
First you learn the native customs
Soon a word of spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them
cause they know they cant trust you
Expatriated americans feelin so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
That they told themselves back home
Down to the banana republics, things arent as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying any second-hand american dreams
Chorus:
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime
Singin give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
Down to the banana republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated americans hopin to find some fun
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Buy Me A Condo
Gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full o credit cards
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da t-shirt wit de alligator on
Wo, used to live in jamaica but I dont live dere no more
Had to change me lifestyle
Do tings I never done before
So now Im just a lonely rastaman
Living in dis american town
Gonna sell me bob marley records
Gonna get me some jackson browne
I gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
And get a wallet full o credit cards, eh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da t-shirt wit de alligator on
Wo, gonna cut off me dreadlocks
Trow away all me ganja
Ill have a tupperware party
Maybe join me a health spa
Ill get a bowl of plastic fruits
And a microwave oven, too
Then Ill have the neighbors over for a weenie barbeque
Gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full o credit cards, oh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I get a funny little t-shirt wit de alligator on
Aint gonna work in de field no more
Gonna be amway distributor
Aint gonna work in de field no more (no, no)
Gonna be amway distributor
(ja) ja, ja, ja, life is so very hard
I need a (ja) ja, ja, ja jacuzi in me back yard
Oh, I gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full o credit cards, eh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da t-shirt wit de alligator on
Whatd you say?
I gonna buy me a condo
I gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
Get a wallet full o credit cards, oh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da t-shirt wit de alligator on
Whatd you say?
I gonna buy me a condo
Gonna buy me a cuisinart
Get a wall-to-wall carpeting
And get a wallet full o credit cards, oh
I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da t-shirt wit de alligator on
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Yah - Vibration
Es wird der Winter immer lnger und es wird
mir wirklich fad
am Golfplatz Schneesturm, alle Caddies
Hackenstad (unemployed)
es wird immer klter, ice is in the air
der Fall wird immer klarer, es mu ein
Sommer her
so packe ich mein Set, die Schnste aus dem
Bett
sie springt in ihr Gewand und wir ins Jet
nach Ganja-Land
sie hat sowohl Geschmack als auch geniet
sie schlechten Ruf
nachts in edler Schale, tags wie Gott sie
schuf
Oh, oh, Jamaica makes her feel so high
Oh, Jamaica makes her come alive
Jamaica-Vibration
Positive-Vibration
Rastaman-Vibration
was der Rastermann nicht alles kann
Als erstes suche ich nach einem adquaten
Platz
die Schnste sucht einstweilen nach geeignetem
Ersatz
so kommt es, da die nchste Zeit wir uns
sehr wenig sehen
wer ein wahrer Sportsmann ist, der wird verstehen
eines schnen Morgens fehlt von ihr dann
jede Spur
ist sie nicht zur Party und raucht die Grser
pur
denn ich stehe mittlerweile nur am Platz
noch meinen Mann
so kommt a jeder ganz auf seine Art zum
hole in one
oh, oh Jamaica makes her feel so high
oh, oh Jamaica makes her come alive
Jamaica-Vibration
Positive-Vibration
Rastaman-Vibration
was der Rastamann nicht alles kann
Interlude
Hey, man, wanna buy some stuff man?
Did you ever toast that thing, man?
So toast it to the beat!
Jamaica-Vibration
Positive-Vibration
Rastaman-Vibration
was der Rastamann nicht alles kann
song performed by by Falco
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