Mars

Children where's your playground, what makes all of you cry? Is it "Progress" in the doorway, will you have to play inside? Are all the problems in your head from all the drugs your parents did? All your emotion and commotion held by magnets on the fridge. Is the future gonna be there? Is the past just why it won't? They tell you don't smoke cigarettes so your out vaping dope. And I don't think you'll ever understand why marijuana had ever been band. I think it's doing me just fine, serving time inside my mind.
Children are we children, did they make us grow up fast? Nothing's gonna stay the same if nothing ever lasts. The 60's had their Vietnam and ours was HIV. The only cure is abstinence and that will never be. Racism will never end there's no equality. I'll keep on hating you, you'll keep on hating me. 
So when I choose to run away, to an alien planet some day. I think that I'll take all my seeds and grow an alien colony of weed.