Every man's a planet and the props are there to get it
Insects roll together with the spirit in our orbit
Life, it comes & goes and you do not punch a clock
I don't take shit for granted, I think of Scott La Rock
Also of Tyrel and the battles at the borders
My cousins in the joint and the homeless gripping quarters
The forests are all shrinking, this deepens to my thinking
Don't cover up the nappy, be happy whatcha kinking
-digable planets examination of what
Flow the rhythm
and move to the beat
the music has outlasted
the so called elite.
Go back into time
and you will find
a whole other level
of way to groove
shake rattle and move
So, just Clap and stop ya feet
To this song from the '70s.
Oh my yes. When a jazz band gets your body moving that's the best. It's as close as you can get to when the cave people found out beating a limb on a log could get everyone dancing. It's worship, and it doesn't matter of what.
