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