Thai Weed The Green Betrayal (Flip Flop Version)

Yo, check the mic, one two… Listen up, world, this ain’t no game.
From the concrete jungle, we speakin’ truth, callin’ out the shame.
They tried to flip the script, switch the narrative on the low,
But the streets got eyes, we see the real seeds they sow.
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They talkin’ ‘bout “wild west,” “outta control,” a mess,
But who stamped the papers? Who gave the damn address?
Eighteen thousand doors swung open, businesses legit and clean,
Folks poured their last dime in, livin’ out a hopeful dream.
Farmers put their sweat, their soul, into that fertile ground,
Believin’ in the promise, the new future they had found.
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Now suddenly it’s a problem, ‘cause some mules got caught,
Suitcases packed with product, lessons they ain’t been taught.
They blame the dispensaries, the storefronts shinin’ bright,
But the real snakes in the grass, they hidin’ in the night.
The syndicates they flourish, while the honest man takes the fall,
That ain’t justice, that’s a setup, standin’ tall against the wall.
(chorus)
Don’t you dare blame the innocent, the ones who played it straight!
This ain’t their fault, this is a government’s mistake!
You gave the green light, then pulled the rug from underneath,
Now eighteen thousand families gaspin’ for a breath!
It’s a call for mercy, a plea from the streets,
Stop crushin’ honest hustle, admit defeat!
(verse)
They talkin’ ‘bout “medical only,” tryna roll it back to zero,
But what about the lives shattered? Where’s the damn hero?
You let the big fish swim free, the ones with the deep pockets,
While the small-time entrepreneur, he gettin’ hit with rockets.
The prices dropped, yeah, ‘cause the market got flooded fast,
But who failed to regulate that? Whose job was that to last?
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They sayin’ “smuggling increased,” yeah, we already knew that,
But that’s a border control issue, not a cannabis shop’s habitat.
You got your customs loopholes, wide open for the taking,
Mules walkin’ through airports, while the real crime is breakin’.
Fix the source of the problem, the illicit grows in the dark,
Not the legal storefronts, leavin’ a permanent scar.
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This ain’t just about weed, this about trust, this about faith,
When the government breaks its word, it seals its own fate.
These ain’t no drug lords, these are moms and pops,
Who risked their whole existence, now their whole world stops.
So before you sign that paper, before you make that decree,
Look into their eyes, and tell ‘em, “This is destiny.”
(chorus)
Don’t you dare blame the innocent, the ones who played it straight!
This ain’t their fault, this is a government’s mistake!
You gave the green light, then pulled the rug from underneath,
Now eighteen thousand families gaspin’ for a breath!
It’s a call for mercy, a plea from the streets,
Stop crushin’ honest hustle, admit defeat!
(outro)
Yeah, the truth is out, the facts are on the table,
This ain’t no accident, this a political fable.
For the farmers, for the owners, for every single soul,
Who believed