Deep in the Funk

I’m high in the breeze where im livin so free,

Out in the wild where the world can’t see me.

Riskin’ it all for a moment of bliss,

Life’s too short to be scared of this shit.

Out where the wild runs deep in the trees,

You can find me up high smokin my weed.

Adventure's bliss just me and my spliff,

Explore the world, witness what exists.

Every little puff got me floatin’ away,

But one ain't enough imma fill this ashtray.

Climb that hill and chase that thrill,

Lose myself and find out what’s real.

Walkin’ through the fields where the wild things grow,

No plan, just follow where the ganja smoke blows.

Roll it up, light it up, let it all go,

Feelin that bassline go steady and low.

"Oh yeah!"

You just fuck it in the brush,

Destroy everything you touch.

All you want is your cut,

But your cut ain't enough.

You just want more and more,

You fuckin dirty whore.

Who burt it down to the core,

Nothing will grow anymore.

When all the forests are gone,

Realise you're fuckin wrong.

Don't bother to apologise,

A new planet to colonise.

Do the same shit again,

It's all make believe and pretend.

Just start a new trend,

Remember winners write the end.

"Me and my ganja!"

I'll have a little chuckle to myself,

In a situation where I need help.

But the views from up above,

From the mountain you crushed.

And what a fuckin rush,

To climb up ontop of this rock.

Gotta push it to the edge,

Or I don't feel right in the head.

Gotta break all the limits,

It's good for your spirit.

Got a passion for action, my satisfaction,

The only thing that brings a reaction.

Just a lone..... wonderer,

Or a realm... discoverer.

But always blazin away,

The ganjas here to stay.

"Oh yeah!"

"Blaze it up!"