End Of My Daze

It’s the end of my daze, begin in unfamiliar ways,
Kickin’ past the fix where mum and dad and me stayed
I picture images of family break
But thinkin’ back it’s clickin’ why that vision erased
I take a trip back to my scribblin’ days,
Reminiscing’ sittin’ down n’ flippin’ a page,
Duckin’ paper bullets flickin’ my way,
Mimickin’ the bigger kids n’ thinkin’ their great,

But hey! I trip down memory lane,
Grass was pretty green when me and Natalie played,
‘blame the cards, someone the fiddled the game,
Should’ve played my cards right now I’m feelin’ the pain,
But hey! I guess I’m full of mistakes,
And who’s perfect? Anybody willin’ to say? It’s a
Little part of the bigger display
To wriggle free from the matrix n’ back to the maker so

If you’re getting’ down, put your hands up!
Everybody here got their hands up!?
Feel your suffering you’ve pulled out the plug,
Plug it in, flick a switch, hop, skip and let soul jump,
It you’re getting’ down put your hands up!
Everybody here got their hands up!?
Feel your suffering you’re pulled by the mind,
Let your soul shine, switch, hop, skip and let soul jump up

Chorus:

Up up up up up up up up . . . .

Hop, skip & let your soul jump

Up up up up up up up up . . . .

Verse 2:

It’s the end of my daze, Cotchin’ by the block when I waited
For Ross to come along n’ proper knuckle my face-in I,
Kissed his boot as he ruffled my blazer
Man I wish I had the guts to knock him paste-in’ but
I pop on down by the green,
Where I ripped my first rizla n’ got proper lean,
(toke effect by sketchy) So yeah I’ve toked a bit,(a bit?)
Ok a lot, but I promise I won’t touch a spliff

I’ve learnt! But whatever just dance a bit,
Let your troubles break free like the bars are split but,
It ain’t easy, it’s hard to jig,
When the body, mind, soul’s like the Gaza-strip,
(bomb effect by sketchy) I guess I trip up a lot,
But who’s stable? Anybody scribbled the dots? It’s a
Little part of the infinite plot
To run free from the maze n’ discover the Godhead so

If you’re getting’ down, put your hands up!
Now everybody here got their hands up!?
Feel your suffering you’ve pulled out the plug,
Plug it in, flick a switch, hop, skip and let soul jump,
It you’re getting’ down put your hands up!
Everybody here got their hands up!?
Feel your suffering you’re pulled by the mind,
Let your soul shine, switch, hop, skip and let soul jump

Up up up up up up up up . . . .

Hop, skip & let your soul jump

Up up up up up up up up . . . .

Hop, skip & let your soul jump up

It’s the end of my daze, paradin’ n’ strikin’ a role,
Like a rich little diamond who’s minin’ for gold if
That’s your goal better mind the hole
‘cause no money on the planet can supply the soul
nope, I keep my head to the horizon,
cause’ every time I look aside dilemmas start arisin,
I wouldn’t mind but these women are enticin’
It’s difficult to walk aligned when mini me’s excited’

N’ lets open a bit,
I get stone-cold alone till I’m frozen n’ stiff,
I pose sunny but I’m soaked by mist that
Maya jinxed me, so I hold a cloak that’s from Krish-na,
I guess the ego’s a git,
N’ who’s not a slave to it? Can anybody admit it? It’s a Little part of the infinite myth,
To get us free from the prison mind n’ back to the spirit so

If you’re getting’ down, put your hands up!
Now everybody here got their hands up!?
Feel your suffering you’ve pulled out the plug,
Plug it in, flick a switch, hop, skip and let soul jump,
It you’re getting’ down put your hands up!
Everybody here got their hands up!?
Feel your suffering you’re pulled by the mind,
Let your soul shine, switch, hop, skip and let soul jump

Up up up up up up up up . . . .

Hop, skip & let your soul jump

Up up up up up up up up . . . .

Hop, skip & let your soul jump up

Up up up up up up up up . . . .

Hop, skip & let your soul jump

Up up up up up up up up . . . .

Hop, skip & let your soul jump up