MidiMike

“Criminal” © MSK 9-4-2013

Got some extra cash, future looks grand
Give my girl a call and make some plans.
Working hard and things are going great
Take her out on the town and celebrate.

After dinner we take in a show
Meet some old friends that wanna go.
Hangin out, talking a little shop
When all of a sudden we see the cop.

Busted for possession of a little pot
They threw us in jail and left us to rot.
Took pictures and prints and after one call
Each one of us became a criminal.

Cancer started early and spread so fast
Time is measured in pain, not weeks that have passed.
Morning to night alone and feeling ill
Insurance companies refused to help pay the bill.

Not born to money, fame or wealth
Struggling just to maintain her health.
No medications working at this point
But she finds relief by smoking a joint.

Busted for buying from an undercover cop
They threw her in a cell and left her to rot.
Ridiculous penalties for a ridiculous law
We just turned her into a criminal.

No addiction, violence or inability to think
Nothing compared to meth, coke or a few drinks.
I just find it bordering psychotic
To punish marijuana use like a narcotic.

Laws often made of bribes and cash
Make it illegal to keep a private stash.
Politicians, drug-lords and all of their friends
Hope this money making game never ends.