Biga*Ranx / Telly*
Tropic Sky
Tropic Sky



Tropic sky
Purple and shy fellin’lost in the tropic sky
Get me a room
Where the strelitzia
Bloom sweet bird of paradise
I see careless clouds
Floating above me
Lazy sun painting
The sky from blue to red



All a dem repression and our depression
We need fi survivin’tonight but we loosin’our smile
Dem crucifying our prophets but none a dem never
Could ruin’ no I



Yo telly wi tellin’ them weh man a from weh di people never seen tropic Sky
So most a mi friends dem a stuck pon the block fi the hustle wi deh pon the Chronic high
I-Man a try fi raise mi pickney teach em by this ya Lullaby
Cuz people are evil even now inna summer wolves a cry and the moon nuh shine
Deh pon the holiday inna the sun party pon a Resort while the people weh livin’ deh out in the street dem a ball fi di revolution and dem gonna die
From man a young and the governor small inna times when i been a juvenile
I a stand up and fight iniquity mek uno stay far a terror and suicide
Cyaan see the sun tell em too much cloudtrap
Governor merkin anybody even already deh pon the soundcheck
House haunted mi surrounded by cops
So the soundtrack a mi life: it a the "FREEZE" a cops
Mi standin out, from man a move mi a bigger than anything weh money and hype coulda sortin out
Dat a the song weh i´m talkin bout
Follow the governor general Ruffian Rugged and telly brigante
Now
All the leaves are brown and the sky´s are grey so wi dreamin’ inna shantytown


Tropic sky
No need to cry
You’re turning to grey
Colors are fading away
Rain wash my sins
And now a new day begin
And morning sun painting
The sky from grey to blue