I've got it set in my mind
I'll be a mountain disguised this year
I will bow for no body else
Unless their will is stronger than I perceive
The animal is taking a rest
On a bed of dreams below my feet

I see the road leading towards the solution, we need

I'm the smell invading your home
On the edge of pugnent reprise and meals
You can't squeeze the juice out of me
I'm as dry as Albequrque in June
I'm a man with dank in my plan
With an irie scent rolling off my veins

I see the road leading towards the solution, we need