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He's got a monkey on his back
It ain't heroin, it ain't crack
It's the illusion, the crazy hope
That life will be better if he smokes dope
He buys it with his daily supplies
He steals, manipulates, cheats and lies
In the belief that smoking pot
Should be legal, nothing happens if you're caught.
Smoke it up, let's get high.
We won't end up like the other guy
He's a junkie, a pill popper, a loser
She's on the pipe, a partier, a boozer.
But I'm OK, I'm not hooked.
There's one fact he overlooked.
It doesn't matter what the drug
When that monkey gives you a hug
Walks down the hallway, taps your door
You realize you need to score
You're still an addict with a habit
Whether it's a horse, a monkey or a white rabbit
The only way to freedom is to quit
Don't allow yourself another hit
Yeah, he's got a monkey on his back
It might not be morphine, heroin or crack
It's just marijuana, a natural high
I'll be okay, I'm not going to die
The monkey snickers and tightens his grip
The rats scurry in a rush to leave the ship.
Poet: Mike Weddell |......| Photographer: Jack Van der Star
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