Loose lips sink ships and I’m surrounded by icebergs.You might’ve heard, that I was the one with nice verbs.
A tight herd is what I keep and I’’m one deep in the streets.
Unless it’s something sweet sitting in the other seat.
I don’t compete for positions, I invent my own.
Decorate my throne with every stone that was ever known.
Homegrown, like that bud you’re smokin’ on.
Triple D to the bone, rock it till’ I’m dead and gone.
Gettin’ my grown man on, check the mind-set.
Wanting me to shine but I ain’t got up out of the bind yet.
In due time, I’m gonna put it where it’s necessary.
Go against the grain like a summers day in February.
I’m like a cemetery, burying these lame-o’s.
J-Y fly still, even in these plain clothes.
Deep within my soul, that is where the flame goes.
Through this pen on this paper, that is where my pain goes…
~ Jah Soul