“Until I’m over the hill and over the hump; I’m gonna let my music bump and give the people what they want.”

If Mary Jane is in the house then I’m gon’ mack her This is dedicated to everybody in the world that smoke weed Legalize it

I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist, escapist The way I shape this landscape, automatically makes this, vivid I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit

The world is full of bullshitters, Liars, and triers and quitters, Coulda-beens, wannabe’s, thought-I-was, isn’t-I-is’s… And everybody in your business.

I’d rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose

You’re a trivial part in a trivia game. Now what’s your aim? A presidential campaign? Like Ross Perot? He lost it though… But he got a billion in tha bank fo’ sho’!

And the people all over the world that smoke J’s Kings and queens, musicians, actors Everyday, working class, stoners, slackers Low key blazers and green bowl packers

I was about one drink away from my limit, In came a black dress with a black body in it, She looked so timid, it took me a minute To get her in focus

That leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as I know it… And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet.

Super silver, Hawaiian haze Sativa, indica, Solomon’s grave Genesis, chapter one verse twelve ways Marijuana, hashish, everybody blaze Fuels and fibers, energy saved

When the natives met the travelers, guess what they gave All praise due to the seeds they raised

The second somebody dies somebody else is born People are celebrating while other people morn Home may be home to you but to me it’s foreign Even the matador don’t pull the bull by the horns

I got a head full of headaches, a heart that’s full of woes. I’m constantly singin’ them down home blues, and not many people knows

Metaphorically speaking, it’s easy to bump into one another on the journey from A to B and not even notice. People should take time to notice, enjoy and help each other.

No man wants to settle down. It happens. Eventually you’re going to bump into somebody that makes you go, ‘Hmm, I don’t mind seeing this person every day.’

Any journey around Islington involves hundreds of speed bumps that seem to tear the bottom of your car off.

Their every instinct – and I have to say this is without exception – is to iron out the bumps, and It’s always the bumps that are the most interesting stuff.

Rather it is a place of individuation where a person rubs up against oneself and against the partner, bumps up against the person in love and in rejection

Sometimes when it comes to the iconic kind of moments, when I read the script for the first time, you get little goose bumps or something because it really is kind of exciting.