Friday, May 11, 2007

Something greater than ourselves

When the vibe is right, miracles happen.
When the vibe is right, everything is a miracle.
When the vibe is right, when the vibe is right
only Jah no the future but turn on the light

These words just be jumpin in my head
I a white boy who think he dread
Me cut me hair more than picky-picky head
Me smoke the Ganga with the hairs so red

I like buddha and I and I Rasta
I like natural but no disasta

Me blaze the herbs and me smoke the words
blastin on the pipe writing rastafari
Selassie king of kings
Tellin me things

Light the fire
ever higher
funeral Pyre
Try to set this blog on fire
Try to set this blog on fire




Plusultra

2 comments:

Evil Dildo said...

If there is a god then all evils of this world could not compare to god's ultimate evil by-product of creation: Reggae Music.

But your lyrics were catchy.

Me cut me hair more than picky-picky head
Me smoke the Ganga with the hairs so red


Talk about fun in fantastic!

Natty said...

Love it!!