Sitting down in my chair, while I'm feelin the beat,
On my head stands my hair, which is feelin the heat,
The flow is like a flare, which is burning the seat,
Bounce like I don't care, this music forever I could repeat,
Damn, I swear the song plays so neat!
The laptop alive with sound, the song rents the air,
I think this time round, with my friends the mood I'll share,
Uplift them from the ground, while listening to the cd player,
While others give stares profound, staying to stop and stare,
But hey, we be swingin' like we just don't care!
At the end of the day, when the song's all over,
We will continue to say, how the song made us sober,
In our memories it will stay, on the 18th of November,
And then we will pray, thank God for our Jehovah,
Beautiful rhymes shall stick like a 4-leaf clover.
