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My name is Naman, Spelled the same way back and forth. But you can call me the “Blue Pearl.” That’s who I really am. I’ve come down here to save the Earth.
It feels good being the Blue Pearl Here to save the world. It makes me want to strut my stuff. I’m here to save the Earth.
What a high that’ll give you, when it really hits you, That you’re on such an important mission. Well, I didn’t have anything better to do. And I was just passing through.
But, first things first. Let’s light up a joint and I’ll tell you. Pot. That’s the right way to go. That’s got to be the national crop.
I have a dream that one day America will be the world’s greatest Producer and exporter of marijuana And other hemp products.
I envision that one day Marijuana will be growing side by side With tomatoes and pole beans and watermelons In gardens across the Land of the Free and Brave.
I see the day when grass will replace grass, When marijuana growing in the yard Will replace the close cropped lawn And cut down on the use of lawnmowers.
I see a day of quietness and slow time, With people growing and harvesting by hand Instead of making noise and wasting gas And polluting the air with lawnmower poison.
I see tens of millions getting stoned daily And getting outside more to talk and share a smoke With their neighbors, sitting on their front porches And getting to know each other better than ever.
I see it growing and waving like wheat Across America, from sea to shining sea, Becoming the greatest cash crop Since cotton was king And tobacco saved the Colonies Back when George Washington grew it himself And smoked it.
I can see it saving the small farms of thousands And making many billions for the big enterprises, Giving our economy a Viagra shot in the arm And enough from taxes to solve many problems.
I see us saving billions And giving a chance to live a life again Back to millions by shutting down the War on Drugs And letting the people out of prison to live in freedom, Reducing the violence and the killing.
I have a dream today. Not unlike Martin’s or Bob Dylan’s, Everybody must get stoned And see mankind as a family of equals.
I have a dream that when we get stoned {And we will get stoned.) We’ll recognize ourselves As brothers and sisters.
I see the Bride of Man Coming from the wilderness, Leaning on her beloved. I see the Family of Man Following as a result of it, All partakers of the knowledge Of good and evil.
I have a dream today. A dream of a stoned world That has decided that ultimate freedom Is freedom from war.
I see a day of preemptive peace Instead of preemptive war. I see a day of laid back ease Between the nations that make up civilization.
I have a dream today That someday individuals Will be treated as sovereign souls And given equal respect And a right to their own ways, Whether it be smoking pot Or kneeling before the Pope.
I have a dream that someday The pursuit of happiness for all human beings Will finally be understood and realized As a God-given right and nobody else’s business.
I see a day that’s coming When the scales will fall from the eyes of the blind And the wax will dry up and blow away From the ears of the unhearing.
I can say as Martin said I’ve been on the mountain, and looked over, And I’ve seen the Promised Land. And I can say as he did, I might not get there with you But as a people, we’ll get to the Promised Land.
That Promised Land that began as a seed When humanity was born And has taken a long time coming. But a change is going to come, As the singer said, When equality is finally realized And everyone is free To follow their pursuit of happiness. When war will be no more And everybody will live in peace Because war will no longer be needed As the engine that pulls civilizations. Freedom through mutual respect Will be pulling that wagon, When she comes ‘round the mountain.
We’ll all jump on board at that time And have chicken and dumplings, Then pass the joint of freedom And sing out, in the words of that old negro spiritual, “Free at last, free at last! “Thank God All Mighty! We’re free at last!”
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