P.O.W.

	There he sits behind the bars they put him in
	Waiting for the day it all begins
	When he can take another hit again
	It's his right by birth of the
	Mother Earth
	She grew you, me and the weed
	Now it's time to take up arms and fight
	There he sits behind the bars they put him in
	Waiting for the day it all begins
	When he can take another hit again
	It's his right by birth of the
	Mother Earth
	She grew you, me and the weed
	Now it's time to take up arms and fight
	Prisoner of war
	Prisoner of war