Felt sick, felt good The heat burns, old wood Muscles in my arms pump like machines The jericho palm tree is plush and green Bright sun, the new day I felt sick in a good way Felt the fever climb when you came down All the way across town And you brought me a plate of sweet potatoes
Sun fading overhead The sunset, bright red Your green eyes, your smooth walk Fresh tomato, celery stalk, you cook Pot of pari basmati rice I felt good, you looked nice You stood like galatea, over me Fried garlic, kim chee And you brought me a plate of sweet potatoes