[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Mouthing colorful words so every verse is like a flutter bird
Under the inquiry for cover from the thing that hovers
You had high hopes of flying 'till they took you under
Diary pages of your dire stages
And every few songs your attitude changes;
You get pissed just like me but minus the cigs
My man sell work diligently
Compositions written grandiloquently
There's no syllabus for this
I'm starry but your Sun's a lunatic
He's stepping up
Tripping on distant-placed nubulas
He smiles at irony
Such smiles, heartwarming even for me
You see, he could make a beat from his own heart's pounding
He taught me how to skip rocks in the fountain
Thinking about it is bone chilling
Damn, I'm glad I got to smoke with him