Clarinet Rasta . Bethnal Green

He strides with abandonment 

protected by a force filled of madness 

I want him to stop and play , cause from across the road I can't hear the things him say 

But he confidently strolls on , holding clarinet more like a weapon than a bird song 

He ain't done wrong but he looks right.

You'll either get amazing wisdom and insight or just beat down proper in a fist fight

keep chatting clarinet Rasta 

Dreddlocks swaying 

Jah praying 

clearing paths as he walks almost biblically

i stand there , confident he won't notice me 

cause he's in a higher state 

I feel jealousy whilst he feels great 

he's moving inspirationally and I'm just late

keep chatting clarinet Rasta