The ganjaraja is with ganja
Selling ganja stealthily
And the ganjeris loitering around
The king, the star attraction,
The contraband-good seller,
Fearing duties and a backlash
And raid from the police.
The ganjaraja at his den,
Selling ganja
And the ganjeris with the chillums,
Taking,
Readying the earthen pipe
With the embers,
Smoking ganja
To say vyom bhole.
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