I've got it set in my mind,
I'll be a mountain disguised this year
I will bow for no body else,
unless their will is stronger than I perceive
The animal is taking a rest,
on a bed of dreams below my feet

I see the road leading towards the solution, we need

I'm the smell invading your home,
on the edge of pugnent reprise and meals
You can't squeeze the juice out of me,
I'm as dry as Albequrque in June
I'm a man with dank in my plan,
with an irie scent rolling off my veins

I see the road leading towards the solution, we need