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reachin funk.
what if they all know and they just don't say anything?
what a fucking rat race.
things are burning, exploding
disintigrating before our eyes
yet still...
the rasta man in total iration
yuh know?
just irie like that...
knock back under mango tre
ants crawlin round that grassy seat
ganja rich, billowin like clouds
reggae rockstar just breezin...
we got things to do they say
but no sun will shine
under this moonlight
so we just here mellow...
Just breezin
What if they know and they just say nothing.
i loved that. i could almost picture the scene i wanyed to be there. and in most cases i'd tell ppl off about spelling mistakes but for you it just worked. it SO WORKED. postpoems needs to see more of this stuff. the good stuff like this is so rare its amazing. keep up the great work.