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So few words
So few words We are movin' round to the hour Force from the power Thunder reigns down in a mass mind shower Levellin' vibes unravellin' scribes Take a venomous sting that's unsettlin' But consequences awaits me around the corner Reminiscent of my twistin' fate All down to the fact it's a hard life Travel on with the sense of a telling adventure So as I wait for the opportune time to create Soul energy that will then enable me to realise Analyse all aspect of man-made decision The vision the many ways Wrong turn right, right turn... left Ain't no way back straight ahead along track Counteract react higher pace embrace Expression when written on the face Ya babblin' on flip automatic overide So when pride gets swallowed Check the events that follow Interconnection bafflin' coincidence All going hand in hand They demand supply I deliver my peace In what can be known as my only release In the bellyfull beast tearin' up And it's a cryin' shame it remains the same Turn the next page over So few words So few words Then on straight down through the valley I roam Lay claim my terrain through my artery vein But first intuition state my incondition is the reason why you'll never get my submission True as I'm present in time I'm headlin' for the future Movin' with a haste from time to waste Break loose from a goose chase What I do I take feathers and fly in spiritual sky Return to ground zero zero Now for the intrepid hero Non-sense there will be no I overrun 'cause unless I'm in a situation I can learn a lesson in one specimen away say a line refine Humanity race ever being like one of a kind Now we can never rewind so press Forward to the end With the passionate fruit from mother nature So few words So few words |
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| 2. |
| 6:21 |
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Reflecting on what's been
Though past will be future When again yesterday to be made For me hazy times fume all around Burning grass in a field of endless supplies Tall people casting shadows on the short Little people running circles round the wide Lazy times waste it well What better to do with my mind ! Crazy times no rhythm too hard Deep corners and people with my time : Overground in joy in clouds sunlit Snow untouched make pure silhouette Catches steam grass and dew Rays not harm the upward gaze Hosts bring out a game of openfields on the box Watch the guests who bring the heat of outside Flags of faith for boundaries to fight The young so wise before their time My time your time all time My time yout time all time Rhythm to your right rhythm the other side Expression outside and poetry inside Pleasure to your touch Taste of heaven on your mind And colours before your very eyes |
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| 2:52 | 
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