Green lands are soggy , full of mud. Once a foot's stuck , hard getting out. A call for help travels in all directions, no response. Salivary glands run dry , tongue's tied. Memory blurs. Brain spasms. Blackout. Lost below average norm-tittude.

Mp3 player in my sidepocket , a savior in a beat-rhythm. Richie spice's smooth , crisp Rastafarian lyrics giveth warmth. Chronixx cooks a special kinda saga Ragga-Roots recipe. That one Signal ever Busy buzzing juice ness in style. Norm-tittude restored with Jah-Cure's vocal remedy.