LyricsSinking Sands

Roots Manuva, Sober Now

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Alright, okay I arise in the morn time and cut through fresh books Put them old Bruck trainers on my foot

For I am the picky mystic, I max the most Drinking ginseng tea, eating huddle bread toast While my skeet nags, jacks up my coat She don′t like the smell of my smoke She says my eyes dem is red And I need to go and fix up my head Honey, my head is fixed I'm getting deep with my purpose Synchronizing to mystics of cosmic energy My specialty be to write buff raps Weak hearts, they hate me like my name was poll tax I don′t part for none, I be the Godsend, God gifted I work nuff shifts turning a penny to a pound From a pound to jacks, from a jacks to a score My brainwaves is twisted, my tactics is raw, cause I Grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands Yes, I grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands Shit's hit the fan but I'm not the fan the shit′s hit It′s the man with the bad arse bitch in town Put her into the circles but she tore them down And I frown, but in my heart I know it's no good So I stick around like her true friend should And they say that some things in life can′t be really mended But only time will tell how well you and your spark prevail Try not to implore to the stereotype factors That they brand us with 'cause there′s enough love to give Oh, Lord, what's happening to me? All these situations, I′m checking with intense scrutiny I need to slow down there and hold the horses And just concentrate on paving the right courses So, so, so I So, so, so I I grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands Yes, I grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands I grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands Through the sinking sands, sinking sands Putting the reins on the joke ting in rap ting We be inner city sorcerer rebel types, we roll Snowball effect planet wide Diving and ducking, constantly rucking with the devil Actions speak so we get active Roots fi perspective holds my mental in position I supervision, coach my decision 'Cause there's may routes to take, much money to make I fight not to buckle under pressure I′m on a quest, got to find that real self Uno priority be wealth in the mental ′Cause nothing down street like a, feeling I reap When I plan with my peeps and them plans come together Strong and [Incomprehensible] them coast the ill weather I weren't supposed to be but still I′m Vibes catch a hold of my mind, I write jams Take it to the man's dem for the instant rewind If I gets no rewind still I pay fools no mind ′Cause Hilton Scythe never took no bribe I be independent, my jacket stay stinking Nuff of them be thinking that the smile's off key They′re right, I'm full of mad eccentricities I believe in the power of the G O D While nuff of them be burning their obeah candle I strap on my sandal and walk like Jesus I grip my teal boom as hard I grip my teal boom as I grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands I grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands I grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands I grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands Through the sinking sands Through the sinking sands Through the sinking sands ...

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