STONER»S PRAYER Now I pass out into sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Grant no other stoner take My weed and bong before I wake Keep me safely in thy sight And grant no crackhead's thrill tonight And in the morning let me awake Breathing scents
of wake «n bake God protect me in my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head
Far away from all these scenes And the smell
of bammer smoked by beans Take me
back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my
throat like sand; Where the scent
of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me
back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymous
This natural sore
throat elixir has reportedly been used as
far back as 377 B.C. by the father
of modern medicine himself, Hippocrates.