Will Ranney

Dodey Crew

in the land that we are king;
we wear marijuana crowns,
and blunt smoke fills the air,
we wake up and bake up
this is my life.

My best friends are best friends,
and we can all pearl well.
your world can't effect us;
unless lights and sirens drag us into hell
this is my life.

'Mother f* the police'
thats what we all say
smiling, laughing, as we drive away
leaving officers perplexed and wondering why
why the f* can they not catch these guys
this is my life.

Schemed, these are words heard daily
why can't i buy a sack without paying charity?
it's to be expected, but we'll get it back in the end
this is my life.

now there's problems
all we wanna do is get bottomed
people can't match? the f* good is that
I'm not passing my weed to anyone but we's
this is my life.

So you can't see yourself getting high every day, living life till its lost, losing friends on the way, there's not much to do when your in the dodey crew, but sit back, relax, and watch the blunt burn away.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 1, 2009

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