Down in the islands, down in the islands If you really wanna know where you can find me You should lose track of your timing Grab a drink beside me I'll be unwinding Can anybody here pass me a beer And I'ma keep playing this music that you hear And if

On the road again And I cant wait to get on the road again The life I love is making music with my friends Just can't wait to get on the road again Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world keep

Na na na na na And love is the name I just wanna be right here So we'll never regret that Life's gonna be what we be So we'll turn the music up tonight Let the beat set you free Give everything you got and Dance all your worries away

Huh, My nigga Don Juan...damn I Been knowin you a long time nigga, heh We did a lot of shit together man On this music tip man Beautiful shit we did dog Remember when we went out to L.A. man, wit Quincy man Made all that shit pop

This hole in my soul Songs fill what religion won’t No hope, I can’t cope Music plays in kaleidoscope We rise, we fall And if I’m lost I don’t want to be found Haunted by sound They can’t ignore us anymore 'cause I don’t give a fuck

All that is hope Within destruction For without Forgiveness Comes from you For I have fallen If music is A mirror revealing The depths of my heart

I took a spliff this morning of The international herb It make I feel so groovy man (the international herb) It gives me inspiration in music man (the international herb) So that is why I cant refuse it man (the international herb) My bredren nuh love it

With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride Married to a dream with a mistress named music I still remember Miss Bessie singing Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys Just five years old,

Music do music do And then it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you too Your screams will whisper A lonely life where no one understands you But don't give up because the music do Because the music do Hang on you

New York state of mind I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking Musician, inflicting composition Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine Holding a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme,