Minutes before you got there
The shrink returned from his therapist
The cultural axis existed
It turned well inside the vacuum
Far removed from the original ovum
In the unbroken chain of things
Jamming at the bottom
Or there about
Are the dancers of the era
Stronger than Noah's boat
Our roots are buried deep
In the bosom of Mama Earth
Praying earnestly for peace
To the power behind our birth
The mother of the Nile
Met rhythm writers out there
On a cool night of meds and vibes
The ambience emanated from everywhere
To form the source's life
And dim the rhetoric of the mics
Jamming at the bottom of the bar
The dancers of the era
Stronger than Noah's boat
Our roots are buried deep
In the bosom of Mama Earth
Praying earnestly for peace
To the power behind our birth
We master the elements
Through the warm nights
We scatter the pollen
On the ground where men have been brought down
And awaken the essence of life
Jamming at the bottom
Or there about
Are the dancers of the era
Stronger than Noah's boat
Our roots are buried deep
In the bosom of Mama Earth
Praying earnestly for peace
To the power behind our birth
At every sunset, passion awakened us
From creation's nest to master the universe
Time adored us like Maley's legend
His arms laden with the portions
Of our perpetual cups
Jamming at the bottom
Or there about
Are the dancers of the era
Stronger than Noah's boat
Our roots are buried deep
In the bosom of Mama Earth
Praying earnestly for peace
To the power behind our birth