Melody of Freedom

Ganja weed, growing high. Touching clouds, kissing the sky. Roots so deep,

spirits fly. Ganja weed, oh, growing high. Dirt on my hands,

a labor of love. Rain from the heaven, a gift from above. It speaks in silence, no need for words.

A melody of freedom, just like the birds. Ganja weed, growing high. Touching clouds,

kissing the sky. Roots so deep, spirits fly. Ganja weed, oh,

growing high.