I started out the day
in a usual way
with just a few little crumbs
on my rolling tray
so I call up my dealer
and he sells me a bag
thirty bucks an eighth
for this awful brown schwag
so I roll up a doob
and I roll down the street
to take a few puffs
of my mid-day treat
but as I cruise along
the streets become dead
all I see in the mirror
is blue and red
so I stuff the bag
underneath my jeans
and over the sound of my sterio
I hear the sirens ring
sweat pours from my face
as I push the pedal down
I'm not going to stop
not in this town
by this time
I'm going pretty fast
as I cruise down main st
with 3 pigs on my ass
I tried to lose them
but to no avail
after I crashed
they took me straight to jail
"are you stoned, boy?"
"well, sure I am"
as they interrogate me
like the son of sam
I sat in a cell
for a couple of weeks
and seemed to fit in
with all of the freaks
and soon the time came
my day in court
the judge looked down and said
"son, I've seen your sort"
he said I would end up
living on the street
if I didnt stop smokin' that crazy grass
and staring at my feet
so he threw me the book
and here I will stay
behind cold bars
the american way
Recreation Administration Building
Recreation yard, Alcatraz
English: A lobster roll