He's A Spliff Man

He's a spliff in the morning man.
Getting high is his master plan.
Token hard, while braincells corrode.
He's always stuck in Marley mode.


He's a spliff in the afternoon man.
To get stoned is his battle plan.
Wasting away in a cloud of green smoke.
His whole life is one big joke.


He's a spliff in the evening man.
Head sizzling like a frying pan.
Sold his soul for a one way ticket to the moon.
Trapped in a hard shelled laid back cocoon.


He's a spliff in the night man.
Thoughts in his brain overflown like a trash can.
He's lost his lust for a life.
Their are many like him... god It's rife.