AFRICAN HERBSMAN

old twinkling there can't see the right roads, when the streets are bend the old slaveman might grind slow, but it grinds fine, yeah african herbsman, why linger on just concentrate, 'cause heaven lives on retired slaveman will look without scorn with a transplanted heart guess how quick they had to part the rememberance of today is the sad feeling of tomorrow african herbsman, seize your time I'm taking illusion on the edge of my mind I'm taking loses down through my life down through my life quess how quick they had to part