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Like every day
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by [JoyanJomond ]

2005-08-23  |     | 

Like every day

sun keeps me high
when it shines
its rays bring down
their light on my shoulders

i thank God for this grace
every time the sun goes down
where it sets at the end of the day,
everything working,
thinking money coming soon and my plans making

it sounds good for my people
heaps better than ever
against all odds we are making our ways
it could just happen like this,

i'm now in the city of sails
the place is nice, people too,
it sounds like sex
and the smell of the sea
when i set all my feet here
i invite you so we could remember the time

we were dreaming of all that sunny places
that seemed so far at that embryonic stage,

fight back always
that's the only way we could go
and build our stadium,

planing and strategizing
using our mind in every chance we take
because no one will give it to you

my smoking, my little weed
my heavy breath, my lungs' spittles
i hope i could bring it to another level
it worths doing i do think that
or i will not waste my time,

most we all call ourselves negro
because we all blacks outside or inside
no mather what,
even if we are not almost tall
we come from different places
and we share a common piece of good,
i mean earth
so it's enough to put all hands together
and walk forward praying
the powers of the beyond to look after us,

most people act that way
when i ride with my words,
i turn my feet various ways
that we can't follow me
we have to wait until we meet at the corner,

unhopefully when the thunder hurts a brother
we poured moutains of tears and tousands of sorry
but the cherry still flows
and the sun remains at its fate,

we are still here doing what we have
to put things all good
when it's our turn to leave,

i slept in the dark chambers of pessimism
and some days like these i rise
and happiness walks by my sides again,

that kind of feeling which last more than ever
less than what we see when we enter this planet earth.

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