Sentenced to Burn One

If all stoners go straight to hell, then I guess I'll get to smoke with Satan, himself
 Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world
 Kept to himself a habit that his country can't afford, criminalization
 Smokes on the weekends and at parties or with babes
 Eventually he gets ratted, is arrested but gives no names
 Beat to shit by the cops, a monster for his love of good pot
 Dragged into the court of law, soon he'll be sentenced and probably left to rot
 Whatever punishment the judge decides
 There will be no laughing, no stoned high-fives
 His life will be ruined, his spirits run weak
 A thoughtless verdict, the judge begins to speak
 I'd say you've earned one, sentenced to burn one
 Now it's high-time you've learned, son
 You're choking, catch that feeling, for a minute, of toking
 Poisonous strain provoking
 Circulatory system is seething
 And now you are slowly ceasing to keep control of your breathing
 This sentence takes on new meaning
 Execution witnessed, family's grieving
 Judiciary system's deceiving, disgusted jury, head attorney's heaving
 Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world
 Now you have been targeted by policies absurd
 Stop, you cannot, for the right and wrong they must discern
 They're sending you to gas chambers, it's just as you deserve
 Fooled to the end, no one knows once again
 To your death you are sent, terror is what is meant
 Government conspiracy, lethal dose of THC
 Revolting, head explodes yet the body's still convulsing
 Like the roach that he is by merely dying drug-free world indemnifying
 Because they can, there's no way to fight the man
 New world order type of plan
 Results are achieved through their lying, police spying, genocide they are implying