I found paradise
By the shack on the beach
Strong Bomb in my hand
And my friend with no teeth
Sharing with me his smoke
And telling me about his love
His mermaid queen back home
And of the fish I shouldn't eat
My friends kept looking at me
Fearing I may be taken away
Nobody seems to understand
All you need is a little faith
Some trust, and much love
With that, this dream is yours
I let go of all fears for a few days
Walked through the streets filled with old ways
Smiled at my neighbors
Waved to my new friends
Salt in my hair and a drink in my hands
Nobody cared about keeping up
Their houses were worn and cars beat up
It didn't matter, they had no use
They had their land and their loves and soul food
Paradise
By the shack on the beach
Strong Bomb in my hand
And my friend with no teeth
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