Just
listen
to his music
steel drum echoes
guitar playing
ain't nothing like it
to mash you up
his unique voice
just keep you humming
everything gonna be alright
as you pack up your clothes
leave the shack
shanty town and all
and the light
gets brighter
echoing reggae sound
you ain't no
Buffalo soldier
just a rasta
face to face.
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