Running to the doctor I don’t care
Every thought is aware
In the air
Real real cries
Getting by why high fly try I I I
In this age of Terrorism
Some of us are thought and reason
Into peace utopia
Wind blows like its meant ta
Do what we can to be happy
Live this life reality
No more hate call it fate
Time again I won’t wait
Before it’s too late
Funk a boo
What you do
Going though another day
Way stay pray
Hurray hurray hurray