Caribbean Air

The air I breathe
You think it's free
A prison surrounded
By seas of Sweet Breeze
That can be Seen
Blowing Tru trees
Ah yes your at ease
Oh please
Open yuh eye's and see
The beautiful seas
Mas and parties
The beautiful women and sexy men
Are only clouds of our impending end
Every weekend we band together
As merry men, we party together
Till the sun comes up and
The bandits wait till the sun goes down
So what you feel is a vacation spot
To me is a very hot spot
So what you want me to lie
Or you want to lie on a beach
Drinking a beer
Look how it running Tru your hair
That feeling of
The Caribbean Air.