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[Intro – Spoken Word]
History books? Nah. Let me tell you how it really went down.

[Verse 1 – The Dope Drop]
1950s—soldiers came home, Pockets full of dope, minds ready to roam. Top brass blazing, generals lit, And suddenly, the world got spiritually fit.

Mind expansion hit the globe, War was hell, but the weed was dope. And what did Russia launch first? Sputnik. Case closed.

[Verse 2 – The Russian Munchie Mission]
They say it was military pride, But truth is, their scientists were fried. Bootleg vodka, cannabis haze, You mix that up—you’re in orbit for days.

The politburo? Wired and wild, They laughed so hard, they nearly dialed. “Make it happen!” they cried with glee, And Sputnik flew—on THC.

[Verse 3 – The American Response]
America saw it, said “Hold my pipe,” We lit the fuse on flight, now let’s hype. NASA was born in a cloud of smoke, Takeout ordered, theories woke.

Then Russia dropped the spacewalk bomb, And JFK hit the room like a psalm. Heavyweight smoker, Navy vet, Rolled a joint and said, “Moon? You bet.”

[Verse 4 – Kennedy’s Cosmic Vision]
They laughed, they choked, one guy cried, But Kennedy’s vision never lied. Purple Heart, globe-trotting soul, He smoked with sailors, he knew the goal.

Russia had resin, single skins, But the Yanks had Columbian wins. Kennedy rolled rockets, not cigars— And that’s how we reached the stars.

[Verse 5 – The Chinese Twist]
And China? Don’t fear the AI plot, They’re just trying to automate the lot. Laundrettes, chip shops, noodle stands— The rest is bonus, not master plans.

[Outro – Spoken Word]
So next time someone quotes the Cold War, Just ask them what strain they’re smoking. Because history’s not just written by victors— It’s rolled by visionaries.



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