Sheep

Walking, thinking, feeling, responding

Uncovering and discovering new things about myself and this mad

world around me

Many philosophies, many tongues, many dialects and tones

Different styles but wild is wild, calm is calm, but cool is

mature

Most cool cats are kids at heart

Now there's business along with the art

A chef with words, a chef with herbs, a chef with vegetables,

soy products and bean curd

Some look at my face and say you're quite absurd

And I say why, 'cos I'm not down with the herd?

Of the world I haven't seen much, but with the mind I escape the

ghetto's clutch

Loose cigarettes, ass bets on celo games, abandoned cars and

colourful names on walls

Suburb days were filled with sun rays and crooked cops who

looked at me sideways

Singin' that same old song, where ya from, 'cos round here you

don't belong

Long strolls unravel my soul like a scroll telling many stories

untold

But some look at my face and say you're quite absurd

And I say why, 'cos I'm not down with the herd?

I an' I light up the sky, who be the sun, to stir up your

adrenaline like African drums

Status quo, no. Along with the grain, no. I got my own flow

Similar to none, dangerous like itchy fingers on guns, yet

graceful like swans

But there's a built in bomb

Must defuse, must choose, right or wrong, win or lose

Born to die, that's why I ask why is it so hard to get a piece

of the pie

Some look at my face and say you're quite absurd

And I say why, 'cos I'm not down with the herd?