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Professor Appleseed (Produced by Christopher Allen)

from Sunnyside Up by Smash Moody

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Four in the morning, hitting off on the alarm clock.
He rips a bowl to get as high as Star Fox.
His car’s shot so he’s driving a rented one.
He readies himself then heads out to get it done.
The medicine make the class prep easy.
Gotta give the students sweet growth like a peach tree.
They’ll start filing in ‘bout 8:05.
Except the one kid who might as well have stayed the night.
Mom and pop gotta work early and drop him off first.
So he kicks it with the janitor and works on his homework.
Until the teacher arrives, then he can enter class.
Teacher’s name is Thom, kid is Seth, forgot to mention that.
It’d be like twenty past seven when Thom would arrive.
Seth would post up at his desk and vent the confident vibes.
They’d have discussions as the others would come.
Eventually realizing they share a love for bud.
They started kicking it behind the gym blazing before class.
Some mental preparation for some paving the warpath.
The war for wisdom both in knowledge and creativity.
I mean, after all, it’s all about the kids, you see.
Well, this was just another typical day.
Thom and Seth behind the gym getting blazed.
Seth mentions that his dealer got pinched.
All he gets is mids, anyway, he’s sick of the shit.
He asks Thom where he fills his ganj fix.
And promises the shit that he comes with is the bombest.
Now Thom’s at a crossroads, but what could he do?
Business calls for expansion of customers, dude.
Another discussion or two leads to an agreement.
Thom will sell him up to an eighth, once per weekend.
“But not a gram more and keep it hushed.
If you can, then I’ll supply you with the bombest and the cheapest stuff.”
Now, Thom was always against selling to students,
but the truth is Seth was like the son he never produced.
Reminds him of his own youth back in the day.
When he was living his life in such a passionate way.
“Saturday is the only day you can buy a thing from me.
Meet me at three in Hodge Park at my thinking tree.”
Thom instinctually speaks from his gut,
but it’s 2:30, he’s gotta hurry the fuck up.
Drive into the city, community college night class.
Coffee, a sandwich and a joint by the bike rack.
Time passes just fine with the power point.
Thanks to the diesel-powered purple sour joint.
After class, lock up and drive West.
To stock up on what he promised to supply Seth
and his other clientele who expect fresh produce.
And trust me, he’s got the hook up like a phone booth.
He gets the finest, medicinal-grade herbals from a cat named Herschel,
couple pounds plus some personal.
Plenty purple and orange up in his green.
Type of shit that got you feeling like you’re stuck in a dream.
Fucking serene. See Thom met Herschel in class.
He taught him at city college a couple of years back.
Started buying from him, desire hard to contain.
It wasn’t long before Thom became a part of the game.
He’s had his cards on the table tryna hide what his hand holds.
Only so much pressure can be held on a man’s soul.
But damn yo, kinda hard to complain
when he’s always carrying stuff that helps to spark up his brain.
So, carpe the day, he’s been doing it well.
Selling bud on the side of helping students excel.
It may be foolish as hell, but he’s just living his life.
Charlie’s on some bullshit. Thom is winning the fight.
And then Saturday comes, Thom is up at his spot.
Grading papers by the thinking tree, puffing some pot.
Seth arrives ready to buy the fire he was promised
and immediately pulls a couple twenties from his pocket.
They make the swap and Thom offers a toke.
But Seth insists he’s gotta go quickly off to the road.
Just then, Thom hears a lot of shouting from behind him.
“Hands on your head, you’ve got the right to stay silent!”
It seems Seth was an informant for the cop shop
trying to make the steady flow of good pot stop.
I don't mean to rant,
but two schools lost a teacher and a man is in jail over a plant.

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from Sunnyside Up, released July 4, 2011
Produced and Mixed by Christopher Allen

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