I like women and I love getting high,
I like a house and a car just fine but
I love Jah and creation too,
and _{I don't really care} if it's all right with you.
I love my family even the bald heads,
and I love my friends even with no dreads,
Cuz we all get by and to ourselves stay true
And I don't really care if it's Rasta to you.


You can't tell me who I am
'Cuz I'm working on that too.
What's right for me
just ain't right for you.

Unless you're ready for your own judgment,
Don't do nothing before you judge yourself.
You see me around and everything that I do...
Guess what dog - I've seen you too.
But don't judge how you live your life
Cuz I know we're all trying to get by
You see me around and everything that I do
Guess what dog? Jah seen you, too.
^{(S.O.J.A - Can't tell Me)}


TUMBLR!





The world, the people,
Different stories, same direction.
What a beautiful life, what a beautiful pain
And see hope there

We made of flesh, we made of dreams, we made of right and wrong
We made of earth, we made of sky, one place where we belong
We keep singing lyrics from di same silly song
We keep di fire burning through di night, unite we're strong
We made of truth, we made of lies
The world's greatest
Blessed and curse we deh ya long time but we are di latest
We smile to hide tears inside so just face it
We proud and beautiful, no one can take it
Di world demand for you to be di number one
Third world citizen bout first class champion
Its just a rat race wicked competition
One blood, one dream, one destination, me sing seh

Rain is falling but we
Keep on shining and sing
Keep on doing our thing
No matter what life brings

We scared to live, we scared to die
Truth is a mystery
To know your future check di past, its in the history
No magic game, no crystal ball a simple recipe
United strong, divided weak I call it destiny
We fall in love and run away so dem when baby born
Another angel come to life to fly against this storm
And then di money stress we outta another bill to pay
Smokin' a cigarette and cry we need a better way

Rain is falling but we
Keep on shining and sing
Keep on doing our thing
No matter what life bring

Live it or just take it
Life is all you make it
You never ask to go
You never ask to go
And nuh matter which race
Which faith which face
We are beautiful we are beautiful
^{(Alborosie - Keep On Singing)}

it is, simply because it can be.

The meaning of life is so simple, because of it's simplicity people find it hard to understand

The very fact that nothing can exist alongside everything, makes anything possible.

The reason to live is not for one's self, but for everyone as one. Every person wants the same thing.
If everyone gave out of selflessness then receiving would be automatic.

Giving is living, everything is living off eachother, because one thing exists is why another. Life is constantly giving life to new life all born of the same energy. In the end, all we could ever ask for is just to be and nothing more, our world and bodies are changing in front of us, the energy will always stay the same.


Who knows how many worlds we are fueling. How many times into itself might we be, it will never end. We are living around energy. The energy is something and we are nothing, mere puppets for it's abilities. I see nothing now, I will see everything someday.

I am everything, I am nothing, for now, I just am.



I hate when wax drips into the carpet and solidifies and there's nothing you can do about it and your carpet is ruined.




There's a beat. Everyone's livin' to the tune, if we could all see that we're dancing to the same song then maybe we would really be living.




{you only need _food and ^wa_te^r...everything else is a luxury}




i've swam with sea lions,
i've caught fish with my bare hands
wrestled a 7 ft poisoness water snake in mexico
went fishing for peronas
eaten guinea pig and llama
seen steve miller band live
watched someone's house sink in venice
caught an eel



"The enlightened ones have realized the illusory nature of the concept of a unique individual self. When we examine our experiences closely, delving deep into the nature of what we call "I" we find that there is nothing there-no thing, that is. This sense of "i-ness" that we all know so well, and that has been with us all our lives, is just our sense of being. It is awareness itself- so familiar, yet completely intangible. Thus is cannot be 'known' in the ordinary sense. Not realizing this, we seek to give our sense of self some form, some substance. We dress it up in various psychological clothes-all the things we think we are, or would like to think we are. This is the reverse of the emperor having no clothes. With true self-awareness, one discovers there are lots of clothes, but no emperor inside them."