Alone on an island with nowhere to go.
Cast away from the world by a shipwrecked boat.
The water of the ocean laps over my feet and the white sand beach.
Wind blows through my long thick hair as I sit alone.

10 months it has been since I last saw my mother.
9 months it has been since I last saw my wife.
She vanished into the murky waters that very night.
I am here, alone and stranded.

Most days I gaze out on the horizon just planning out my days.
I miss civilisation much although my memory of it has faded.
The sun glimmers in the warm and blue clear sky.
I look back on my life and I am sorry for the bad things I have done.

I'm sorry for the people I hurt.
I'm sorry to the wife I lost.
I'm sorry to my mother who grieves my death.
But maybe, it is for the best.

I am me
I am the girl that always flashes a smile on her face
Kathleen is my name
Like everyone else, there are struggles that I face

I too, have insecurities
And it frustrates me
My shyness is what everybody sees
People stare at me
But I try not to let it get to me

A flower in my hair is my style
I wear it proud with a smile
Because I am a pacific island girl
I am not the prettiest girl
But in my mother’s eyes I am a pearl

I've been talked behind
More secrets I find
I look up to the sky
And wonder why
“Even though [I’m] fed up
I got to keep [my] head up” (Tupac)
Because I am me
And no one can take that away from me

Good king Selassie looked out
on the feast of Marley
When the kush lay round about
dank and green and sticky
Loudly bumped reggae that night
As the king did turn
When a stoner came in sight
Gathering kush to burn

"Come here boy and stand by me
if you know this then say;
where would that young stoner be
at the end of this day?"
"My King he lives quite far away
rather close to Babylon
where exactly I can not say
he surely lives in Zion."

"Bring me kush and fine hashish
bring me bongs and paper
You and I, his base shall reach
bringing dank kush vapour!"
Island boy and Selassie
went across great Zion
eyes all red and mouths all dry
They rode upon the lion

"King, my eyes are growing white
and we smoked our last spliff
I fear that I may die tonight
play me one last reggae riff..."
"Island boy you don't recall
who it is you roll wit
unto me JAH trusted all
of the kush on this planet!"

So Selassie I was blessed
they were high once more
the stoner was offered the rest
of what they had in store
Therefore rasta men be sure
if you have that dank kush
share it with your brothers poor
and find yourself with more bush