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Do things fall apart of just fall in place Not with ease like a puzzle piece fitting in without edges. Is it a saving or stalling grace, Finding it hard to fit reality between soaring intentions. Like I’m scoring a script, gotta fit word to music so it serves to improve it but never over consume it, It’s all about pleasure in moderation, Like I went to war with the ocean and forgot the nation. That’s a whole lot of water to drain, But how can you flush when the President ain’t even potty trained? My mind’s an ink-jet to print out what I think next But I gotta stay succinct so I don’t go over the brink, Let’s – Not blink for ever, keep watching this space So we don’t miss the vision in front, keep trace But if you never blink then you can’t eye the girl you fancy You can’t sit back and relax, you can’t sleep and you can’t dream So open up your eyes and let your iris shine out Let out the blacks of the soul, breathe in the sights, exhale your mind out Never settle for second best living all concubined out Trying to find what you’re in when there’s so much more to find out
I said yes, yes man and yes, yes woman I’ll keep the life full of good times coming And if you try avoid and reflect the moon beams I’ll hit you with a left hook and A Love Supreme And my love is supreme as long as you’re loving me back And my love is a dream when you’re discovering that Like discovering your girl is ticklish, you grow closer Then discovering your girl is licorice, she’s so sweet Then discovering your girl is sick of this, it’s all over Then discovering your girl’s tricking this, the hoe cheats But okay it’s best to take it in stride But if it was me I’d definitely take him outside So what’s it gonna be, oh what’s it gonna be? Break it off physically or mentally Forget the negative with what’s left to see And commit the good times to memory I said I remember I remember when we used to sit On the government steps in Trenchtown, We were oba-oba serving them hypocrites Then I’d say to one all mad ‘Shut up, bitch and get down!’ But that was the old me then somebody told me To breath in slowly and take a page out the book of Mr. Marley With logwoods burning through the night, Everything is gonna be alright
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