Crisis
In the supermarket
Prices
Prospects not the nicest
My wife is about as cold as ice is
When stressed she’s not the wisest
Who is?
We all got baggage
Hers is financial
Peace to my uncle Ansell
Thanks to
Well all from him
We still have a home to live in
I’m learnin to ride the riddim
When she come in face full of arguing
Another nice night in ruined
Remembering back when we were just into each other
Now we just injure each other without thinking
And when the silence fall
And the world gets really small
She crawled into bed
I’m in my 350 Z
High-speed meditation jus to ease my head
Light beep on as I slide in
Put the music on to keep me from crying
A tear may escape
As I scrape first gear
I have no fear
I’ll never stop trying
I’ll never stop trying
I’ll never stop trying
I love the surge
The pull away from the curb
The way the sound reverberate
As I push my foot down
Accelerate straight out of town
And with the help of James Brown on the tape
I reach escape velocity on the M3
Transcend my physical boundaries
Blend with the mystic reality
And finally I’m free
Travelling instantaneously through space
Till I reach that place within me
That has no trace of a beginning
Has no end
And where I both receive and send
My soul fills the Universe
End to end
And feel myself heal and mend
My mind is still and I’m floating
Look down
Throttle still wide open
Inner serenity comfort me
Past junction 23
On my way back full chat
As I’m flyin
I won’t crack
And I’ll never stop trying
I’m flyin
I’ll never stop trying
It’s like all of a sudden
And everything’s different
You can still see everything around you
But it’s all completely lost its significance
It’s not important anymore
This inner acceptance
That you are we
And everything that is
Is you
Emotions unstick and fall
Til all that remains is joy
