The Rebel Stays Asleep

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. . .