Streaming in from the rivers of originality

Bracing as a feel of mysteriousness covers the body of

A man deep in his dreams

He feels the breath of the world coming down upon his whole being

Left to be watched as he breaks every law
Every breath sounds like pain from every one of his scars
He's yet to find happiness in the states
So suddenly he begins to... Break

And now..
He curls up falling deeper in his dream
The world hammering their laws while he still stays asleep
And his mind is at piece, no bumps on his road
The world searches for him, but nobody knows
Where to find this man
His consciousness is a mystery
He swims through his thoughts till he find an epiphany
And he cries through his closed eyes
Because the world has no sympathy
And the musical road is blocked, another clogged symphony
So along the paths of a rebel is where he chose to travel
Lost in a jungle where his dreams unravel
He finds gold red and green in the reflection of the waters
Where the mothers disappear n now its only fathers with their daughters
And he almost awakes to the twisted logic where every second its a different topic
And suddenly...

So now everything is gettting loud, he shouts
Rasta man Rasta man!
And in his dreams he chases the sign that explains why Rasta's can
And he starts moving his legs like a lion finding his prey
He is trying to be more of a man in the process of everyday
And every 24 hours he yells Rasta man Rasta man
And in his dreams he chases the sign that explains why Rasta's can
And he breaks free of the chains that were forced upon his soul
And he begins to think of reasons why he chose a different road
And then he realizes he may be alone in all of his decisions
Because he is a rebel in disguise of a monster Dr's prescription
And once he reaches his destination in the jungle
Its forsaken
N he thinks he awake but in reality he still is dreaming
So he now see's blackness
But still feels the breath of society heavily breathing down his neck
And he still balling out Rasta man Rasta man
And in his dreams he chases the sign that explains why Rasta's can
He cannot put together the pieces to the puzzle
But he never left a situation even if he was troubled
And the lion of Judah he roars till his lungs are full
Rasta man never wake up
Even with its gravitational pull
And he lets every single instrument take him away
As the Rasta man chant will save all his days
The man rebels against staying awake
Now approaching the irony on a strange shadows face..
And suddenly. . .