Bien Marihuano Y Enfermo

Gonna take three puffs
On the weed-covered joint
To feel that power more
And shake off the fear
The raccoon comes crooked
With the big bags under my eyes
Lungs full of smoke
Eyes bloodshot
Nose powdered up

It's not that I like to see blood
But we're at war
Sometimes I'm amped up
Maybe paranoid
Looking for the prey
When I see black vests
I hang my infrared horn and chest plate
They know I'm really sick
That I'm high
And very few come close

It's just that I don't use drugs
Drugs use me
That smoke calms
And relaxes my nerves
When something stresses me out
And even if I run out of weed
I'll keep burning that good herb

I'm craftier than the old man
More dangerous than the devil
The cops have shot at me
In the Durango mountains
With a sip of whiskey
The scare went away and I kept hitting
Then I rolled a joint
Lit it in the woods
To keep going crazy

Eight days a week
Twenty-seven hours a day
Four hundred days a year
At night and during the day
Body revved up
Brain blocked
And the horn fully charged
Sleep is afraid of me
I get active when it's hot
In the daylight