Fresh Of The Head

Stolen from an African land
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike
Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night

If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I was half pint I'd ball the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all night
If I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumb
If rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb

If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I'd point that shit straight up at the sky
And shoot heaven on down to you

I want a lover, I can't find the time
I want a reason, I can't find the rhyme
I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
To hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.
Laughter, it's free any time just call me