Here ya go Pops,
Take this joint,
Don’t show the angel cops,
Or they will confiscate it,
I know you get my point…
Getting high with the old man,
Yes God I am speakin’ of,
Is a trip, you’d be surprised,
What kind of things he comes up with,
We do it together because we can…
How dare you call me “pops”,
The next time you arise, I’m pulling out the stops,
The stone that covers your tomb,
Will NOT roll away, so entombed you’ll be,
That for calling me pops, will be your permanent room…
God bless…Al