[Verse 1 — The Tablets] In ancient Sumer, long ago, They pressed their words in clay, And left behind a mystery That speaks to us today. The Anunnaki filled their tales, Of visitors from the sky, And Zecharia Sitchin studied them, To question how and why. [Verse 2 — The Arrival] Alalu traveled far from home, Across the endless night, In search of gold upon the Earth, A precious, shining sight. From Nibiru the others came, With mighty plans in mind, And Enki, Enlil, workers too, Had treasures here to find. [Chorus] Who planted the first cannabis on Earth? Who knew its healing power and worth? Was it a seed from distant skies, A gift of life before our eyes? Oh, ancient Earth, what do you know? What secrets sleep beneath the snow? From Sumer’s clay to the Tree of Life, The questions echo through the night. [Verse 3 — The Workers and Creation] The Igigi worked the golden mines, Until they could no more, And called upon their leaders For a life beyond their toil. Then Enki joined with Ninmah, And the story takes a turn, A tale of human origins, And all we have to learn. Of Adam and of Eve it speaks, Of knowledge and the tree, Of who we are and where we’re from, And what it means to be. [Chorus] Who planted the first cannabis on Earth? Who knew its healing power and worth? Was it a seed from distant skies, A gift of life before our eyes? Oh, ancient Earth, what do you know? What secrets sleep beneath the snow? From Sumer’s clay to the Tree of Life, The questions echo through the night. [Verse 4 — Ninmah and the Seeds] Then Ninmah journeyed down to Earth, With treasures in her care, And seeds to plant in fertile soil, Beneath the open air. Near Baalbek’s ancient mountain stones, The little seedlings grew, And from their flowers came a drink, The old account says they knew. A remedy for weary hearts, An elixir in the tale, To lift the spirits of the gods, And help the weak prevail. [Bridge — The Mystery] Was hemp a traveler from the stars? Or born upon this land? What did the ancient people know, And what can we understand? From Sirius to Sumer’s fields, From Nibiru to clay, A thousand questions rise again, Across the Milky Way. [Final Verse — The Author’s Question] A storyteller searched for light, Behind a prison wall, And found within these ancient tales, A question for us all. Was there a first celestial seed? Did visitors shape our race? Or does the truth lie somewhere else, Beyond the bounds of space? So read the words and question them, Let curiosity be free, For every story we explore May change the things we see. [Final Chorus] Who planted the first cannabis on Earth? Who knew its healing power and worth? Was it a seed from distant skies, A gift of life before our eyes? From ancient clay to living green, What does this mystery mean? The first planting of cannabis on Earth, A question of our origins and birth. [Outro — Spoken] Who, where, wh
