Spice of Life

Im feeling, life's supposed to be breezy

Laughter , light, a little easy

and when you on a roll its flow and you got the swing,yeah

Im feeling, life's supposed to be breezy

Laughter , light, a little easy

and when you on a roll its flow and you got the swing

Im feeling, life's supposed to be breezy

Laughter , light, a little easy

and when you on a roll its flow and you got the swing

But im seeing, morning noon until evening

trying times and succeeding is sometimes slow

when some things wanna clip your wings, yeah.

Im feeling, life's supposed to be breezy

Laughter , light, a little easy

and when you on a roll its flow and you got the swing, yeah,

Verse:

it's a hot day i'm watering the grass

dont want no negativy, a sprinkle and a splash

is the the only i want, as a classic man

hard bottoms shoes tap dance, and a box of lamont

alexander mantle furniture like its a throne piece

my dome piece, elevating like a snow peak

slow beats, flowers smells sweeter than a bourbon

with ice, coz the sun sizzle tropical like durban

mellowed out soul-content ,

no want for anything, to a certain extent ,

But these streets got plans, put weight on my hands,

they wanna keep me hustling

in summer traffic jams.

Thought the path was a breeze through,coasting light.

Dreams of a crib and a nice little ride,

with my old old school kicks, shorts, and a white tee,

Sun on my skin, that's where I'm supposed to be.

the Neighbors give wave, kids playin' down the block,

Lil’ homie on a bike twisted hair in a some locks

slice of heaven painting with no rush no race,

The air is warm, floral bloom scent in your face

regular Saturday morning, sun spills like it's honey,

On a gauteng highveld summer, gold, sunny.

Got me thinking 'bout the way life twists and its bends,

Rough roads of the past need the smooth of a benz

But im seeing, morning noon until evening

trying times and succeeding is sometimes slow

when some things wanna clip your wings, yeah.

Im feeling, life's supposed to be breezy

Laughter , light, a little easy

and when you on a roll its flow and you got the swing, yeah,

Verse:

They say that life’s about the growth, and the roots of a tree

but the season giving birth to life of the leaves,

and their falling is a joy if the heart will believe.

Just letting it all come, as the wind has to breathe

So tomorrow might come, maybe not in a rush,

let me plant more seeds, and maybe sit hush

I’m here, right now, with the water and the land,

A middle-aged man, a hose pipe in his hands.

And the garden hella wet and the puddle are a prayer

The song of the Birds weave praise in the air

Time moves slow, and I'ma let it all pass,

barefoot ever gentle on the blades of grass.

Got my old school jams and a champagne glass

From the struggle to the chill,

Like its old school jazz

I see the petals drink,

and remind me where I’ve been.

Wearing my old scars,

drums animal skins

But im seeing, morning noon until evening

trying times and succeeding is sometimes slow

when some things wanna clip your wings, yeah.

Im feeling, life's supposed to be breezy

Laughter , light, a little easy

and when you on a roll its flow and you got the swing, yeah,