Deep in da hart of da reggae junga
da reggae king want lots a ganja
he smoke da herb till his eyes cherry
Not a care in da world he wont worry

He probly should hes to loose
wit tha women he always loose
he got da clap, crabs and da HIV
it always hurt when he p

So take a lesson from da ganja king
his fans found out and they clipped his wing
he has power no more and he better flee
because he only da king of da HIV

Although they will not be daily they will be deep and come with tons of swag.

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Fragrant fancies from faraway fringes,
Oriental oddities oozing ostentatiously,
Lair-like libraries loyally lavishing legendary luxuries,
Luscious linguistics living life's labyrinthine lattice,
Oodles of omnifarious, outlandish oils,
Wondrous wispy wearables whirling wistfully,

Magnificent mere mortal magicians mystifying millions,
Everyone's exclusive enchantment exists everywhere...

One night's morning bleeding leaves shimmer glaze of color saturated by rain on top of a somber road darkened by tar painted dots not far. Roadside stars light the path on the way to nowhere fast. One sign designates between states industry circle drive. I'm here I state as I stare. I stand in the middle between the winters chill and summers heat. Charcoal and meat but I am a carrier. I don't understand this barrier. Finger to finger from earth to universe. Searching for words and what verse.
What joke lays in me one thousand lies planted deep. Light in the cracked dried soil don't let it spoil. It's expired but maybe it's rather on account of how it's wired. I'm here under the morning night. Searching for what is bright. Hear me things are getting tight. My room is a crawl space. I crawl in the four walls.
What is this barrier what is this net. It's how we met. I in your bloodstream its not what it seems so let out the steam. I'm ill asking for your will. Your stone arched statue rises any ladder fixed for sizes. Busted broken bound beads lay brushed and crushed on the ground beneath. Lay your hand on me lay the uncemented hand on me. Again your statue gains taller release me from this collar.
Do I lay near to your ear. Can you see me clear. Do I seem hidden or do I seem darkened. Am I hazy maybe blurry. Am I hidden in the bushes set me a blaze and burn me let me perish or gain in me to cherish burn in me your parish. Two sided wall knock once if your can hear me twice so that I know your there. One glass for drinking one ear for hearing. Wooden and plaster wall I am listening. Rough ridged ceiling I am floating call my number I am molting.