rasta takeover.

if i have a glorious joint smouldering

between my fingers

if i wine and gyrate

between the smoke twirls

and touch myself

and SCREAM at hands trying to encircle my waist

to FUCK OFF

if i want to feel this riddim with myself

if i want to throw my long long dreads

at the night sky

and feel them beat my back

like my ancestors' 

if i feel this foggy muzik twining my limbs anew

and my soul goin' in-out of 

me

if my moist lips are parted

to embrace my sweet spliff 

if my body is pulsating

from the love of my hands

even IF i know i am bad lucky

this is my heven....