THE HIGH LIFE

Sitting on a big stone watching the rays of sunlight breaking the mountain top.
No clouds in sight, it's going to be an all day out, none stop.
Grab my cutlass heading through the brushes and bushes.
My dogs raise their heads, wag their tails, looking for the trail.
No shoes, no shirt, just a piece of pants, a go be me, jax spanner and ants.
Minor problem when that would be the only problem.

Mangoes up to my knees and snakes perched out on the gut banks.
Fruit flies fill the air, I take my two hands like god and wave them out the air.
Pass trough and look at the water breaking over the ledge.
I will drink but it is too cold to jump in, in this neck of the woods the heat has no power.
Agouties and rats rustle trough the bushes drives the dogs crazy.
Only today we are not hunting, just chilling and sight seeing.

Custard apple, grapefruit, oranges, sabacka, tangerine, yam, breadfruit, etc.
Banana trees that man have to climb, only to pick two bananas.
All was there before me, planted by slaves that left something behind for me.
Right between the breadfruit trees it had a huge stone next to a tangerine tree.
Laying down reaching trough the branches eating and spitting seeds in the air.
This is life without care, wish you were here.
Reids hill gut they called it, where we roast bread fruit, plant ganja, and de heart dey ya.

Between the two towering cliff sides with goats jumping around on the stones.
Too steep for plants to grow yet the goat them we follow.
I saw and heard big grown men bawl and say wha me a do ya, look how me a go dead ya.
No congestion, no pollution, no confusion, no over population, no exploitation, etc.,
Just all positive vibes, ital is vital, tranquility is sanity, everything is bless no stress.
Sitting on the park bench I see the junkies copping out.
I just close my eyes and black out.
When you see that ghost, it's just me visiting
Back to square one, nothing stays forever but am high on life.