Livin on the Zion streets
Just a reggae boy down on his luck. I was lost until I found myself in JAH. Join me on my journey to enlightenment through ...
My passion for poetry is like an eager young grasshopper, ready to spring into the world.
If the world was a jar of jelly, I would be bread, soaked in water and beaten with a burlap sack filled with beans.
haul dead pig carouses of the finest quality and and potassium by day, love reggae by night
Reggae is like a river. It flows forever, then evaporates into the heavens.
I'm just a reefer lightin' island boi, trying to find his way in life. Live on mi bradaas.
Unlike me fada and he fada befo him, I am not jus a boy of da reggae ocean, I am a poet
The Reggae Jungle
Deep in da heart of da reggae jungle the reggae mon begins to rumble... the jungle my home poems my art the keyboard my canvas ...
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