Groove as your soul sings. Spinnin' all around as we dust a melody. Welcome 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 a commune. 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. A 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. A 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 an comin' 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. Warm and I say come on the night won't save anyone. won't you roam. We've grown so we can write again our soul select its own way for. The travellin'. we're here we're breathing and we wanna keep our. Blood running so we're gonna keep gunning till the next homecoming. I like the boogie to the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie. To the bang bang come on.