Текст песни A Song for Henry - Teknical Development.is

Far from Earth's surface
Conversations with the unseen
Bodies rested, mind is lifted on a quest
Water pages with these words
Like its rain out the skies
My soils righteous
Use profanity to curse dem' wicked spirits
Bless the soul of Peter Tosh
I hear the message, peace to all the Mystics
Henry nearly died, my touch brought him back to life
Live from a coma, ask his Mother
Yo' I swear on my life
No response from the medical persuasion
Doctors like "what can he do"
Push him out the way, his mother was certain
I was scared and confused
They said he was dead, held by a thread
He on life support, they wanna knock the switch
I grab his hand told him "get up"
The room erupt, a spark so sweet
Such madness in the mix of chaos
Real life gifted by the light, I never knew
But now I hold it tight
Now he spread the word of the Lord, his guide of light
Bless the soul of BruvaMan
He chose a new path, a path I wouldn't choose
From me to you, Henry respect is due
I guess we both here for the same purpose
We drop our message with difference
All is one and one for you
Tek live from the all
As above and so below
What a charm from the mix of Alchemy
Peace bro, one love yo
From me to you Henry