Green Consciousness

OG Kush whispers, Blue Dream screams,

Sour Diesel ignites the fire in my genes.

From seed to smoke, a ritual in my veins,

Every puff’s a chapter in this mental hurricane.

Weed’s not just a plant—it’s a rebel’s decree,

Decriminalize the soul, let the spirit run free.

From Jamaica’s hills to the streets of L.A.,

Marijuana’s the language that the people convey.

We smoke all kinds, but it’s more than the high,

A herb for the healers, the dreamers, the sly.

From the root to the leaf, we’re breaking the chain,

Green consciousness rising—we’re the flame.

Indica hugs, Sativa sparks the mind,

Hybrid flows like a river, twistin’ through time.

Grandma’s CBD for the aches in her bones,

While the youth roll up futures in zig-zag cones.

It’s not just a buzz—it’s a movement, a creed,

A plant that the system tried to bury, but we

Cultivate the truth in the soil of the fight,

Legalize the love, end the racist plight.

They called it a “gateway,” but we know the gate’s

To a world where the marginalized dictate their fates.

From hemp fields to dispensaries, the people reclaim,

A green revolution—no one’s the same.

We smoke all kinds, but it’s more than the high,

A herb for the healers, the dreamers, the sly.

From the root to the leaf, we’re breaking the chain,

Green consciousness rising—we’re the flame.

So pass the blunt, let the wisdom spin,

In every exhale, a thousand voices begin.

Marijuana’s the message, the struggle, the spark—

We smoke all kinds… but we’re lighting up the dark.