Текст песни Bunn The Kootchie - Yellowman

Inspiration is hard to come by
Everytime; I sit down to wait... To write for one second; I think...
Place me on a letter and mail me across the world...
To a place far better than any written word.
Where skies,
Are ripe with colored flavors, and the waves sounds off to Birds.
Where fat palm nuts, swish and swaying, undisturbed.
Hot grains stinging, singing,
On my feet, my souls, sole umbrella's shades;
Has seen drought upon drought...
Yet I clinging to every drip, I collected. With my children running.
As I felt the turquoise tide getting ready,
Along with the moonlight shimmering, I,
Carrying my tiny buckets of treasures.
It just turns out that a rock, that's too heavy,
That's too heavy to carry on my hearts chain, 2,
So it just turns out a heart rock is too heavy to carry on my
Chain,... My chains full of joys, and only delights,
To do me and then me, I get to find? So here,
This is where I race across the seafoam, Blind...
Where? Mystical and mythical finds, climbs,
Across my shore and hear the creatures song
Of substance; Not circumstance, sustains truth;
And as for the ones I do Not know,
Will lead me to nature's stories, Unrehearsed.
Then only inside this glory, Lips pursed.
Can I dig Mother Earth?
This song is of my, history.
I cannot deny it. It's not mysteries.
If only you'll sit down to listen and try it.