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