The Jamaica Surge
The Jamaica surge that rises above the Jamaican birds. Their goes ya mon who relaxes under the deep bright son. The moon then comes out which brings out the Jamaican melody that blooms. Their is a reggae spirit that softens up the most saddest heart with peaceful water that slowly drips. The inner man sings a song and pumps his chest with motivation like King Kong. Oh little birds of paradise brings you a peaceful vibe that’s nice. Rise up and cheer up and be happy drinking in your Jamaican cup. Life is easy if you put your mind at ease and be ready to fight your battles with your sword in spiritual dreams. God Bless!
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