Written with the illustrious Nixon...
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let the year 2005
be reknowed
as the year of chive
for three young lives
collided in a downward
spiral of utter denial
based on basic herbal desire
three spliffs ingnited
on a cherry fire lit night
by a single flame
we reconvened at jackson's place
after a day in the city
the epitomy of teen cliche
when we missed our train
and collapsed ragged
on the platform
looking forward
to drawing on spliffs
rolled from the score
in nixon's pocket
we watched as he
emptied that baggie
to roll a fatty
but we never realised
quite what happened
on that rainy hazy night
five years on
and the hat bong rests
an ornament of
the blazed days
a sacred reminder
of the skunkbrother way
our stolen faces
shrouded by heavy smoke
but now we know
brothership
is based on more than dope
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