Don't Go to Inyo                              by Kind Keith

Whether or not you smoke pot I got to warn ya

Stay the fuck outta Inyo County California.

Go on vacation, you'll leave on probation,

thanks to the lyin' motherfuckers down at the station.

They take great delight in violating your

rights because they know you'll be convicted in spite of what's

true.  It's what they do, and who they are.  They'll

pull your ass over just to search your car.

 

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In Inyo County they don't give a shit about laws.

They'll pull you over for nothing and then search you without cause.

I know this is true, 'cuz they did it to me,

and they sent me to the C.S.A.T.F.S.P.

So don't go, don't go to Inyo.

Don't go, don't go to Inyo.

Don't go, don't go to Inyo.

No, no, no!  Don't go!

Don't go, don't go to Inyo.

Don't go, don't go to Inyo.

Don't go, don't go to Inyo.

No, no, no!  Don't go!

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One May morning I was taking a little drive

up north toward Mammoth on the three-ninety-five.

A cop decided to stop me for no violation.

I gave him license, proof of insurance, and registration.

My documents were all totally valid and up-to-date.

He wanted to check for warrants so he told me to sit and wait.

I came up clean, that's when he should have let me go.

Instead he asked if he could search my car and I told him, "Fuck no!"

The cop looked at me and said, "it makes me suspicious,

the only way to search your car is to do it against your wishes.

If you don't want me to search it's cuz you've got something to hide."

Then he took me back to the squad car and put me inside.

Then he opened up my trunk, went digging through all of my junk, he

found thirty pounds of the sticky green funk.  Then he

took me, and booked me, and locked me in jail.  I was

there about a week before I raised the bail.

 

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Now when it came time for the cop to testify,

he got up on the stand, took the oath, and lied.

He denied what he had told me, now listen to this crap.

He said he searched me cuz I had bottled water and a map.

Instead of laughin' his ass off, the judge agreed that

bottled water and maps are signs of dealing weed.

I know it sounds like a joke but the judge didn't laugh.

He convicted me and sentenced me to a year and a half.

 

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The Inyo County Public Defender's name is Art Maillet.

He works with the D.A. to put you away.  They

say that he's there to help you with some defense.

That's just nonsense, it's total pretense. 

He's just there to collect his check, and he

doesn't give a shit about saving your neck. 

He's never even read the constitution.

He's into prostitution for the prosecution.

 

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copyright (c) 2004 by Kind Keith, all rights reserved 

 

Fight For Your Right to Light the Bong   by Kind Keith

 

Now a typical day with Master K begins with a couple of spliffs.

Then he opens up his case, takes out his bass, and lays down some funky riffs.

Then I compete with Random Rooster and Keitho to see who can solo finer.

We incorporate modes, arpeggios, and scales both major and minor.

 

But it's not really a competition between us musicians,

we really cover eachother's backs.

Cuz when one of us hits the bong in the middle of a song

then the other ones pick up the slack.

 

And the buds are sweet and we never miss a beat

as we play music all day long.

And we hit the bong between every song

and we just don't think that that's wrong.  We say together:

 

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Fight for your right to light the bong!

C'mon!  We're a hundred million strong!

Said fight for your right to light the bong!

Yeah!  We're a hundred million strong!

So fight for your right to light

and we'll legalize today and get high tonight!

I said fight for your right to light the bong!

A hundred million people can't be wrong!

 

Quehubo, I'm Weed Al and I'm a grifo.

I hang with Random Rooster, Master K-daddy, and Keitho.

We play music and we smoke marijuana.

The cops want to stop us, but they're never gonna.

We'll go the distance for the resistance,

that is to say we're always happy to lend our assistance

to the noble fight, for the right to light the bong.

And we'll write the song in order to fight what's wrong.

Cuz we're the coalition of musicians on a mission.

We're for the abolition of marijuana prohibition.

But listen, it won't happen just by wishin'.

Circulate petitions, and vote on propositions, to

legalize now because millions of us get high.

Visualize how impossible it would be to to try

to lock us up, becuase there's just to many of us.

If we all stick together they won't be able to lock up any of us.

But if we stay underground out of fear,

they'll keep bustin seven hundred thousand every year.

It's wrong, and it's been going on too long.

We're a hundred million strong, so be proud to hit the bong!

 

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Now when I say fight, I don't mean hit.

Everybody light, the sticky green shit.

That's right, fight but not with violence.

Don't bust heads, instead break the silence.

Spread the truth, cuz truth is beauty,

and they've been selling so many lies to our youth that it's your duty

to attack the lies and counteract them with facts.

Then light a fat hootie, get high, and relax.

Try to cause, people to take pause and think

about the laws, and how they're riddled with flaws and how they stink.

Like you can drink or smoke tobacco,

but if you toke weed they lock you up? That's just whack, yo.

What kinda damn hypocrisy is that?

In this so called democracy they're sayin' that weed is bad,

but they're wrong, and it's been goin' on too long.

We're a hundred million strong so be proud to hit the bong!

 

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Now as you may remember, from the nineteen-twenties,

when you have prohibition you get criminals with money.

They use those funds to buy judges, politicians, and guns,

and that's what we're gonna call point one.

 

Now point two, prohibition isn't meant to help you.

It's just meant to give cops and lawyers something to do

And point three, if all those prisoners were free,

there'd be more tax money for you and me.

 

Point four, if you could buy weed at the store,

you wouldn't have to go and deal with criminals to score.

And point five, weed helps keep people alive.

it's some of the best medicine on the planet, no jive.

 

I could continue with facts six and seven....

instead I'll pass the mic to my homey Eric Shevin.

 

Yo!  I'm Eric Shevin and I'm a lawyer.

The prosecuting attorneys all call me the destroyer.

Cuz I destroy their cases, you should see their faces

when i put 'em through their paces and then beat 'em like five aces.

 They squeal when I win on appeal,

I keep it real, and I feel like it's time to 

heal the patients, across the nation.

So hold demonstrations  for legalization.

 

And here's another way you can lend your support.

If you get busted and you have to go to court, 

hire me.  After you pay a small fee

I will fight for your rights and I'll fight to keep you free.

Now you may ask, how is that gonna help the cause?

When I'm fightin' to save your ass I'm also fightin' to change the laws!

Judicial challenge to that legislation

is what I'm doin for marijuana legalization!

 

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copyright (c) 2004 by Kind Keith, all rights reserved