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  1. T. H. C.
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You might as well call my parole officer Mr. Clean.
He's never hesitatin to drop them piss tests on me.
Now I'm doin time cause he did not agree.
When he found that my system was over run with....
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T. H. C. - How can you convict me just for gettin high?
T. H. C. - I like to spend most of my time smokin T. H. C.
Jesus kinda looks like a hippie to me____.
God never called it a crime; to get high.

Now I'm starin at these four walls; they keep on closin in.
My cellie just got caught up with some shit his wife smuggled in.
The police man now, still gettin high for free.
I'd like to file my complain't for that time they stole my shit from me.
The congress man & a mighty ink pen still controllin our homes.
I've seen enough of C-Span to know; all them motherfuckers is stoned...
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T. H. C. - How can you convict me when they're still gettin high?
T. H. C.- I bet they spend most of their time smokin T. H. C.
Jesus still looks like a hippie to me____.
God never called it a crime; to get high.

Jesus walked on water what makes you think he didn't get high?
Everybody knows you gotta be mellow to fly__.