Society tells me who I can be

Tells me who I can know

Tells me what I can grow

Some office slob tells me when I can talk

Tells me when I can choke

Tells me what I can smoke

Well the critics criticising, analysing

Tell me what do they know?

People pushing, people showing

Too much hate and not enough loving

Guess that’s the way it goes

Now the cops are on my land

Took my garden in the sand

I’m feeling kinda low

All for a l’il weed

All for a l’il seed

What comes out of the dirt

Tell me how it can hurt

Tell me who it can harm

It works on a man

I coaxed her out of the ground, baby

From just a l’il seed

Comes some mighty fine weed

Yeah, the critics criticising, theorising

Tell me what do they know?

People pushing, people showing

Too much hate and not enough loving

Guess that’s the way it goes

Now the cops are on my land

Now they’ve broken up my band

I’m feeling kinda low

All for a l’il weed

All for a l’il seed