Sazon

Contra my mantra, pleasure in the pop

Vibe so high got a nose rose to drop

Glug glug Glug, nah I never suck a drug

But drag a sucka through La Brea tarpits free hugs

Simple man, complicated handshakes

Hold a conversation in place of what was man made

Constellations on lakes before ya lids lay

On the roof of the apartment listen to kids play

House party in the summer, I left it with a number

The G Train Just part of the spell that we was under

The Es that we on, the peace lead to slumber

The dreams favour the hunters

She deep curves of thunder

A melons juice drip to thigh inner

I die in her

Days play out like a flick, no net, just dinner

Skyline colour placenta

Fellas need mentors

Meals and a coat are not enough for the winter

My soul brother tried to take his life

Make me look at life less life like

More like a book at night

Bent the corners, these memories deserve thoughts

Synethesisia to mark a colour code for the heart

Smoke the signal till the dart pierce

The start fierce, melt veins, solar flares end rains

Delicate things made to face indelible pain

A simple truth never easy to paint

It was a gift and a curse when I got hip to the dirt

Give the word to the world, put the world in the work

Sasson when the seasons on,

That Passion for the peak a dawn

Go on and on,and on and on

Roll another one let ya light show

Skin hue electric light show

A Folk tale that you might know

Dark thoughts, that's what the nights for

Same thing that the knifes for

A colour cut the lights off

Had a vision , Clear as panavision real life though

Wrote it down like a code just to keep it cold

Solid Gold Ghost on a coast, bury her quotes

Sound clash I could marry them notes

The thread through the bones, represents the unknown

Inner archipelago, sultanas and legos

Sultans in Lagos, too honest for pesos

Hustle thick as hot grits or hips in Barbados

It's raining in Trinidad, the sweet water soak

But couldn't drown the soul, keep the crown in your throat

See y'all play too much, or just say too much

Or just don't say enough, speaking of balance and love

West Indian Day. could never labor in vain

Watch it fade down the parkway, the sugar in cane

Sippin' heaven slow, dancin' in a strangers cave

Savour something sweet on the lips the lord had made