If life was like a doubi, it would be greener, but not meaner, wake up in the morning feeling like haze, the high, the rushing, the looking around, feeling blazed out ma skull, like a true buddha lover, remembering the time in dam, the pollination, the mad amnesia, all ready to bill a phat bob marley, the green is good, gives us some jah lovin, the night is still young, its best to end the night in sweet sensomellia.
