Chorus:
If Congress had joint sessions we would all be better off, But the way they smoke my dollars makes me bend over and cough.

Raps:
Pass the joint, to let us jam,
That's the point, to spread across the land,
No need to filibuster with all this damn,
Free THC all over for man
But what's plan every congressional stand
Control the price an inflate the supply and demand,
Let the consumer crave to the point he misbehaves,
Be a victim of system that prosper from enslave,
See its not addictive, it's not permissive, it's not like alcohol that distorts your vision,
Wobbling sobering vomiting to get the feeling,
Just a feeling of euphoria they call Get lifted,
Or high or stoned, or to the point you're zoned,
Many terms for the effects to get your blown,
But at least you are in control from the reacts of the home grown,
You can grown it on your own yeah home grown.

The left shouts this, and the right screams that,
Find ways to distort truths from facts,
Complain all day about shit that's inaccurate
Intact with politically correct concepts
Promise lies and handshakes from behind,
A life full of stress that kills quickly your life,
Stoned heart brokers and Lawyers
With lobbyist and interns for forbidden formula
That's their normal
Bitching for oil, make greed into things to prosper for the loyal,
1% influence to move stock units,
Start witch hunt wars to collect profit for consuming.
Loom to the doom to raise the level to a hue,
From red as the highest to the lowest that's blue,
Leave it green for the people to unite,
And start solving problems with a peace pipe.

(Artemis rap)
...My course as well...
No high horse if the high horse is pale
Full moon eclipsed...what we see in stars
Decrease the peace, increase the wars
Wanna be disbarred
You cease before
Desist, impeach the orange...
Concentrate...expiration date
Lost to hate...escalated fate
...like to note
Those who died for the right to vote, i'd like to quote
...Float trauma in my head
Hit the booth everytime so I'm honoring the dead
Get another passport now its seem bolder
Lana Del Ray...the US seem over
all in question, now it came up
Short sale, morals bankrupt

Cant rewrite a constitution
Redactin' contracts, resolution
Light up again then spark the fusion
Blind fold and live thru the execution
...Know less, knew enough
Bettin' loot on the caucus to screw it up
Campaign for the property, obviously
With a voting machine around us that dont ever work properly