Jalifa - Kannabrain

The color of my eyes now
A day
Rastana in a cup
No matter how dem a fight
The marijuana me still a lighting
Me buckle lungs fill a smoke a nothing
Slightly, come on
Good herbs was trade by God almighty
And given as a only, so come make me
Step politely, me big bluff
Roll up like a cone, it look like a pine tree
So anywhere this marijuana smoke
There you can find me
Pick up the palm of dem who plant it
R-I-T-U-N