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island joy

I stole it all,

your colours and your rhymes

now I'm in prison

just a dreaming about the wine

coloured glasses

waiting for me in the Bahama's

to block the rays of sunshine

waiting for you and me!

 

I put 20 million in stocks

another 10 in bearer bonds

I bought a horse to race

a 2500 acre field

for it to live

and next to it a league

for me to rest my feet

 

I stole your colours for fun

I stole your rhymes just for the day

Your money I left alone,

you see I sold the stolen art

as supplies

the judge he didn't see it my way

so here I sit doing 5 to 20

my money safely tucked away

in the Bahama's

and you my Bahama mama

are you waiting there for me

aiyee I sing a song of island joy

are you waiting there for me?

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Jan 30, 2011
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