Growing Marijuana

The times trials and triumphs of a marijuana grower.

Living in a rented house the landlords quiet like a church mouse

Indoor growing with the landloard not knowing sneaky fucker am not showing

Started with original skunk damn good seller said my mate dunk

Two metal fours and a sodium six this shit am growing aint stems n sticks

30 in veg and 30 in flower counting days and each passing hour

Cut 30 down put 30 in flower cloned them all i have the power

Leaf stems and sticks pressed into bricks mates can have that and sell it to dicks

Days go by and my crop starts to dry scales out ready hurry up or i'll cry

Two ounce a plant i'm starting to rant £7200 can you hear me pant

For a whole year i grew without fear until kick bang their here o dear o dear

The problem with me i was greedy you see my weed wasn't free


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