Injustice For The Rastafarian  

sunshine is shining
every time she is around
no more cloudy sky

her eyes that wounder
her skin so tender with blush
shes like an angel

searching for the door
in my room with no windows
rescue; here she is

saw her cross the room
in here her hazel eyes shine
like the nights moonlight

staring into mine
illuminates my room bright
bringing warmth to me

feel the summer heat
its summer time summer love
surely its a dream

am in a nightmare
thus the clouds are rolling in
good dreams are shattered

bad dreams are scattered
in the dark floor of my room
and the heat goes on

i am rasta man
with the soul lost in the dark
slightly lost in here