There he sits behind the bars they put him in

Waiting for the day it all begins

When he can take another hit again

It's his right by birth of the Mother Earth

She grew you, me and the weed

Now it's time to take up arms and fight

There he sits behind the bars they put him in

Waiting for the day it all begins

When he can take another hit again

It's his right by birth of the Mother Earth

She grew you, me and the weed

Now it's time to take up arms and fight

Prisoner of war

Prisoner of war