Josh Martinez Another Day
I'm in a park with a walkman on nodding my neck hard
and pardon me I didn’t see you there.
thank god for the gift of midriff driftin by,
catch a whiff and get high, on a spliff, yes I…
I’m talking better than dope and I really like dope
and so it must be good, could it get any better?
shoulda set the sun off with a nice cool breeze,
to ease the sweet smell of sweat run off, so please
come off.
you feel me like a breeze blowing, sitting under trees
writing,
liking looking out at the seas and fallen leaves,
and breathing in the change of season, I don’t even
need a reason
to be boozing when I’m cruising, as long as shit is
pleasing.
I love seeing the sun coming into my cave,
and crave the haze and still find so many ways to
misbehave.
see the Josh did done that, and he still caught the
sunset
drunk as f..ck screaming “are we having fun yet?”
chorus:
another day, another dollar,
wanna play? give me a holler.
let’s get faded on the bottle
and forget about tomorrow.
let’s create a song of sorrow,
how we always need to borrow
loot to get loose,
like who gives a f..ck about tomorrow?
I want to look out on the water and watch the sun
setting,
you can smell the rum and coke and you can see that
some forgetting,
come the summer ends in smoke and soaking up all them
rays.
it’ll end in autumn leaves, smoking trees on rainy
days.
the greens of today are the browns of tomorrow
and yesterday’s sorrow is the legacy we follow.
in the yesteryears, the x amount of beers we quenched
our fears with,
are forgotten like so many friends we went and spilled
our tears with.
to me the seas are calling, see I’ve fallen into love
with ska, dub, and the dope dancehall.
it seized me by the collar and it hollered you’ve been
mollycoddled long enough.
are you man enough? are you strong enough?
the world is yours but your divorced from it.
so close to the top and you haven’t seen the summit.
been talking and dreaming for so long and ain’t done
it.
when the prey becomes the predator, the dream becomes
the hunted.
chorus
man I’m missing sitting kissing, talking shit, and
pissing wine.
getting sunk feeling, remember reeling drunk and
drooling time
on life I’m buzzing nicely, maybe it might be caused
by laws that aren’t likely to have teeth and let alone
jaws
each and every leech that has a cause is always
preaching
a one-sided thesis that comes from flawed teaching.
smoking pot to pass the time, what a crock I’m past my
prime.
where’s the clock that’s telling time, when I’m the
rock that time forgot.
not ready to go steady, I'm not into the petty
pity parties and confetti when I been there already.
I can be your man if you could only understand
that I can’t be held down by nothing just yet.
see I don’t care about the money, shit, I wanna live
right too.
but one plus one equals none left for me to like you.
if you want it, you got it, if you break it, you bought
it.
if you thought it would be cool to play the fool,
you’ve been spotted.
