Do it like this…
But can you do it like this…
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Alone with my thoughts/
My mind still as a corpse, my soul Talks…/
of the path which it walks, the straight roads and the forks/
Lessons learnt from the home of quartz/
And journeys through vast seas bays and ports/
Now in the booth seeking truth like supreme courts/
The judge is God my lawyers my angel of course/
The prosecutors called life and she’s well endorsed/
At times she flips like she’s constantly on menopause/
asking me where I get my skills from I said the source/
of all beauty and creation in this world of yours/
if you wanna kiss souls you need to knock on heaven’s doors/
Found guilty for fighting for the cause/
The freedom of speech like waves kissing beach on shores/
A form of expression that’s eroding away conditioned laws/
With emotions swimming in the depths with punchlines that bite like jaws/



Hook:
Sweet Sailing on my thoughts/
While your posing with pawns/
I’ve been clashing with Lords/
On these Chess Boards/
I have all sorts of metaphors/
and tours to be explored/
While we’re fighting for the Cause/
(Like Sweet, Sweet, Sweet)
Sweet Sailing on my thoughts/
Everybody wants to make laws fuck yours/
Everybody wants to make laws fuck yours/
Sweet Sailing on my thoughts coasting on Awes/

Her lips are droplets of heaven savoured in slow motion/
Marinated in love and serenaded in devotion/
I’m floating, not falling in love or drowning in lust/
This emotion is something difficult to discuss/
Shucks, no joking, just what the fucks like facebook poking/
I keep the trust in my heart I guess we call that Hope-in/
Base does the banging while the treble does the stroking/
I’m feeding her a fix ‘til her heart break is broken/
And she’s coping. Sailing sweet on my thoughts in a conscious deep ocean/
In need of sun lotion as she floats on my mind/
Coasting on a motion of emotion as she rides on a tide/
And like an un-cracked Dam She’s fine/
the only less-ness in her blessed-ness is time/
And she’s always on my mind/
She’s always on my mind just sailing…/

Hook

I thought it was about our skills but it seems it’s about our bills/
& flossing about our clothes are women and wheels/
Dudes lost in a mass tryna score records deals/
instead of tossing a gem or the knowledge one wields/
Born blessed and unique, they’d rather bleep as sheep/
In a herd to the slaughter house just to make ends meat/
Tis why true heads crack up at the junk you ‘all speak/
A bunch of daft hoofed herbivores tryna spark beef/
And you could peak all you want it wouldn’t mean much/
and get high as such the reals too deep to touch/
I have gems formed in my core and crust/
that free flow from my dome when my soul erupts/
I’m brainstorming. Chilling with you ‘all while my souls touring/
A Multi-tasking king coming with a warning/
Changing and healing the world with global warming/
Changing and healing the world with global warming/
Sailing…
Can you do it like this…
But can you do it like this…
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