Mind Your Island

Ain't no such thing called negativity,

When you're fulfilled being free spiritual,

I have never felt lost at the blue sea,

I'm dying the need to lose myself,

Hearing the bongos beat along with my hips whining,

I'm never going to stop as long the bongos keep beating,

Dreadlocks and Rastafarian's are my roots,

And my Caribbean people are not "those people" they're my roots of what I am,

Nothing makes me more worthy  than being in that Caribbean state of mind,

The water and sand,

The lifestyle,

My people,

The Caribbean,

It's all I ever needed,

It'll be all I accomplish,

Or dye drowning undersea.