Vibin’ (Episode Seven)

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

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