smoking the dope, that ain't a crime
i do it everyday, just to pass the time
and, then i realised it improved my rhymes
it improved my lines, it boost up my mind
why these people hate your glory
will they understand , if i tell them the story
the first time i smoke that holy plant
i was floating on the skies
while walking on the land

duniya ne humko diya kya
duniya se humne liya kya
hum sabki parvah kare kyu
sabne humara kiya kya
dum maro dum mit jaye gham
bolo subah sham hare krishna hare ram

puff puff pass that hand to hand
i dont give a damn, even if there is a ban
smoke and joking, then laugh like a clown
higher than you think, i see you sink down
bleeding, but i am still breathing
i am psyko , i do it many ways
at the wrong time, but at the right place

what did you bring, when you came here
what did you again
what will you take when you have to go
what you gonna take
i realised the meaning of life
ya, i got that
then i got lost, in the world of love
coming up next, super girl
dum maro dum mit jaye gham
bolo subah shaam hare krishna hare ram
dum maro dum mit jaye gham
bolo subah shaam hare krishna hare ram
dum maro dum mit jaye gham
bolo subah shaam hare krishna hare ram

To puff the smoke, a whispered plea,
A daily ritual, to set my spirit free.
And then the ink flowed, a river's art,
Each line a sunrise, igniting the heart.
Why do they scorn the sacred fire?
Would they comprehend, if I shared desire?
That first embrace, the holy herb's kiss,
I soared above, in celestial bliss.
While feet still walked, upon the earth's soft loam.

What did the world ever truly lend?
What did it gain, from our journey's bend?
Why should we fret, for all that they've done?
What kindness shown, beneath the sun?
Breathe deep, breathe deep, let sorrow cease,
Sing out each morn, and find your peace.
Hare Krishna, Hare Rama, eternal lease.

Pass the chalice, hand to hand,
I care not a whit, if they decree a ban.
Smoke and jest, a clown's wild glee,
Higher than you dream, you sink from me.
Bleeding still, but breath remains,
A thousand selves, in myriad strains.
At the wrong time, but in the perfect place.

What did you bring, when you first arrived?
What did you leave, as the seasons thrived?
What will you carry, when you depart the door?
What will you take, evermore?
The meaning of life, a whispered decree,
Yes, I found it, you see.
Then lost myself, in love's embrace,
Next up, the Super Girl, in her sacred space.
Breathe deep, breathe deep, let sorrow cease,
Sing out each morn, and find your peace.
Hare Krishna, Hare Rama, eternal lease.
Breathe deep, breathe deep, let sorrow cease,
Sing out each morn, and find your peace.
Hare Krishna, Hare Rama, eternal lease.
Breathe deep, breathe deep, let sorrow cease,
Sing out each morn, and find your peace.
Hare Krishna, Hare Rama, eternal lease.