Out Of Your Tree
- Changes to policing towards cannabis
Cannabis was down-classified from "Class B" to "Class C", so that it
would be likely that a person found in possession of cannabis for personal
use would be warned rather than cautioned or arrested. Having looked up
a few alternative words for the substance, it's just possible that a few
of them may have slipped in.
Life has shown, that you're on your own,
And you don't get nothing for free.
You have grown, but your mind has blown,
You're totally out of your tree.
You were blind, to the toil and grind,
Got you pleasures in category B.
Now you find, you may not get fined
Cause they put it in category C.
You're no dope, with that microscope,
But you won't find answers down there.
I can cope, with my lack of hope
As I feel like I just don't care.
There's no need, for a lack of weed,
You can bring it along in bags.
Don't look back, cause we've all been freed.
You can roll what you like in fags.
There's a lot, of people on pot
They say it's their favourite herb.
In cups of tea, they add a spot.
They say that the brew is superb.
Mary Jane, how she loves to plant
Such a pretty tall patch of grass.
Used to be, that they said she can't
Now they tell her that it's world class.
I've no cash, I spent it on hash
There are better things I could buy.
Save your stash, so that you can dash
Their hope as the dealers come by.
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Written by Keith Lambell, July 11th 2002
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