Gotta be lit, gotta be stoned,
Gotta haze it to the bone,
Movement wise, toke inside,
Never gonna die; just get boned
To Inertia from the smoke,
Take another toke, choke?
Or just swallow whole?
Take another bowl to the Soul
Yet the soul is not the Dome,
Just another Tree Grown
Down below, high above,
We just swinging with de glove
Rastafari
Who is I?
I is RastafarI
What now, lit up the High
Green planet dome home
Choke to another seed sown
Not a perc, just percolating
To another place, demonstrating
The flow Wild, not a Child
Or a Son, just wandering among
The grass that moves the song
For hear me now, I’m Retired
Down the hatch, it is gonna go
Then we take a blast, to the flow
Then the light, takes the drow
into tomorrow
