I’m feeling like I’m just waking up, been stuck in dream,
Everyone I know is asking ‘where the fuck have you been?’
I’m saying, I live in my own world, yeah;
I live in my own world; [X2]
Yeah, and there’s pot plants everywhere,
You chop with machetes there, yeah, yeah its heaven there,
No jobs and no taxes, so it’s free trade,
No police station, no police states,
Life how it’s s’posed to be, according to me,
To every citizen, a bucket and a quarter of weed,
So everybody’s chilled out, this is my planet,
Well, welcome to Juana World, this that I planted,
If it’s sick as I planned it, then, this is Titanic,
But, skip the shitty ending; it ain’t sinking in my thoughts,
Every single person’s equal here, that’s gigantic,
So don’t ask how it works, just ask how can’t it?
People always say I’m negative, I wish for positives,
The problem is the world, on which I’ve been deposited,
Of this I’m positive, it’s just that everything is go,
And I think we need it slowed, maybe even need some pause in it.
Just waking up, been stuck in dream,
Everyone I know is asking ‘where the fuck have you been?’
I’m saying, I live in my own world, yeah;
I live in my own world; [X2] {I’m feeling like I’m}
Yeah, already wish I never woke up,
Choked up, I can’t stomach a world with no guts,
Go nuts? I just might, so I stay holed up,
Locked up inside my head, trying to hold up,
Closed off, only ever happy when I doze off,
I’m just trying to find my place, but I’m so lost,
That sometimes I’m thinking, maybe my soul’s lost,
Trying to bridge my faults, but can’t pay the toll cost,
Trapped between an ‘Oh, God!’ and ‘there’s no God’,
If the painter’s perfect, how’d he paint this picture so flawed?
But, then I see the world for what it used to be,
Beautiful; and I can’t really say a thing, conclusively, truthfully,
I hope there is a God, but hope is new to me,
Usually a cynic, can’t tell if it’s born or how I grew to be,
And this is why I spend my time sleeping,
I start to get deep, then, I’m going off the deep end.
(Hook)
credits
from Section One,
released June 1, 2012
Lyrics: N. Latella (Ngajuana)
Vocals: N. Latella (Ngajuana)
Production: PnT WorldWyde
Tracked, Mixed and Mastered by: Fresh Kils in The Kilzone
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