Welcome

Groove as your soul sings. Spinnin' all around as we dust a melody

 [bad word] to this groove you can move right
 We gonna take you higher not caught in the quagmire
 I can't survive on a stupid nine to five I'd rather be poor
 Writing tunes livin' on [bad word] 
 Kickin' it with my brothers and significant others
 Life in pursuit of only money we think it's funny
 The only thing that money it could ever bring to me
 Would be some gifts for my friends follow me now
 Trips for my family

 The only thing I love is freedom the people around me I need 'em I'd
 like to build the world a spliff but like I said I said
 You could never get me interested in dreams of wealth
 Myself my birthday happens to land on April twelfth whack

 Coney Island of the mind it's mine
 I swipe the sweets strip the beats in the sunshine
 Loco holmes I stroll because I'm thinking
 tone poem alone is love medicine then the demon
 Spring revolution in my spirit here it is and I will kill with it

 Traveling head spinnin' from the medicine
 Illusions fadin' out [bad word] #39; on again
 unwind your mind then find entire minutes abstract
 the tract of sight day breaking in it
 doles out my share of the world ocean and sun
 Rising with whirling motion

 I fought kicked and screamed my way to getting born now I feel