Herb a Poem by Peter Tosh




“Legalize marijuana, right here in Jamaica” 
Almost forty years after Peter Tosh stood on the iconic Saturday Night Live stage and told the national television audience to legalize marijuana, the Jamaican legislature has finally approved a bill that would legalize marijuana for personal, religious, and medicinal use. Citizens can now possess up to two ounces of ganja and grow up to five plants on the tropical island. Tourists will medical marijuana licenses will soon be able to purchase Jamaican ganja legally as the pioneering Colorado marijuana growing company United Cannabis Corp has partnered with the Jamaican government to help spearhead their medical marijuana industry.

“There'll be no more Illegal humiliation / And no more police interrogation/ So there'll be no more smokin' and feelin' tense/ When I see them a come I don't have to jump no fence/ So there'll be no more Police brutality/ No more disrespect for humanity/ So there be no more need to smoke and hide/ When you know you're takin' a legal ride”
“It can build up your failing economy”


Peter Tosh also saw the economic value the herb had as well. Jamaica will soon see sales revenue from a regulated market, and future sales from a potential important tourist market could be huge. In the long run, as more countries legalize marijuana, Jamaica could become a legal exporter. Jamaica’s climate is ideal for marijuana cultivation, where it’s been grown illegally on hillsides for centuries.

“I don’t smoke marijuana, because marijuana is a girl from Cuba, and ganja is a bird from Austrailia. I smoke HERB.”

Herb
by Peter Tosh
A man is not too big in society if herb is degradation of society,
because accordin' to de law of herb, only de small man get deprive,
or go to prison, or bein' brutalize by police for Herb. Only de
small man. Me come to de conclusion that de whole earth - well, let's say 99
percent of de earth - have some form affiliation wit' de herb, because
dem call it ganja, an don't know ganja is a t'ing dat grow. Ganga is a
bird in Australia, or ganja is a place in Russia, an' ganja is whole
lotta different t'ing, but nothin' pertainin' to what him callin' it,
legal t'ing. And the poor man who don' know him constitutional right,
just get fucked.
Well, we like herb for free, man. Because it is fuckin' up de whole
earth, an' is not fuckin' up de whole earth. fuckin' up de small man,
cause only de small man at all-time go to blood-clot jeal for herb,
an' de beeg man just pass in him limousine. An' if he can have on
him certain identification that society see man, o-so-well-it's-
mister-Brown don'-touch-it/blood-clot-let-him-go-on. An' oh, Yes
man!
just right! Me smoke herb! Me smoke herb, me pass my herb,
me goin' free. You bigger, you smoke herb an 'you pass it, an' you goin'
free. But because you bigger an' you drive a bigger car dan me, an'
you live up a Beverly Hill an'dem bum-clot, then you mus' come, you
dominate de whole earth. An now dem jine dat ras-clot Christopher
Columbus, ras-clot, Pirate Morgan, Francis Drake. All dem same,
dem fuckers. Dem kinda work used to work, man, legal laws, dem sit
around an' drink dem blood-clot whiskey and say, "Haw, haw, haw,
Let us make a law," callin em fucker an' t'ing, yes mon. Ya man,
an' is just de small man feel it at all times. An' de small man, is
not only domination of herb him feel ... incrimination of herb;
evryt'ing, every illegal law is put up to fight against the small man.
An' is de small man who is buildin' up the resource of the earth.
Yes man! Slavery abolish! Dat was from about eighteenth or so
sixteenth blood-clot century ago, dem say slavery abolish! Do right
an' let every man be satisfied. Earth resource must be distribute right.
Herb was made fot the use of man, an' not for de use of some
blood-clot drunkard. Herb was made for de use of man, an' not men in
dem likkle blood-clot chamber! An' man must get herb cause man' keep de
earth runnin' till today. Not men in him likkie limousine, dem likkle
bloodclot luxurious fucker. An dem make de law. Ras-clot! Dem t'ing
get me mad. Yeah, man. It's not me alone dat get mad. It's in some kinda
madhouse de ras-clot where some stay consciously mad and I have to us
just abide wit' de situation, until de situation changes, y'know?
But man, bum-clot, come to dat now, man.
Economical pressure, dem raise up everyting, an' herb will keep you
from t'inkin' about what's going on now. Dem wanna come dominate.
Dem put out, dem wanna bring out dem drugs. Come spring it up on us,
fucker! Dem trip, dem fuck up your head. Wise man use herb. We can
do dat. We have to get out of hell man, whadaya-mean, or let hell
get out of us
. What you t'ink man? Too heavy for dem? Well, I know
it is right.
Dem say dat herb is a dangerous drug, and pie-zen, an' every day I
pie-zen myself an' nevah die. So why? Fight against I? Pure Babylon.
Fertilizer come from oil. An' rubbish. Oil an' herb don't mix. Yes, man.
Herb must as plant, come by nature. jus' grow, an' it don' care how
it come. If it knot, or if it spread out. It nice same way. But as
soon ya fertilize it, man, it pure fucker. Your belly hurt. Ah, ya
feel bad like ya wanna vomit, man. Yes, man. But if you smoke some nice
herb an' put your mind somewhere where inspiration flows, herb so nice.


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