we just move on a minute we go first on a second if the sky is the limit our earth is the blessing every second you re in it every minute your guessing cause the celebration into this life that you re slipping slip sliding away and you know it s never enough you re begging for more and so on your knees you get up we are the poetry in motion we are the fire in the sky slip sliding with purpose into the black into the sky and stars and feeling a suggestion that we weren t all connected in the essence of a final plan much bigger than us like a memory that you just can t touch like the universe is a circle and its basic and the world spins round cause everything changes and the resting place of the human race is the sky and stars and the poetry is just us its just us its just us  in every city we live in we take the chance that we re given we take the day at it s worth we speak the truth that we listen we make the dream unreal we make the rebel to god we make the hero forever and make each other the law and i never felt it before in the way that i feel it now cause in the air that we breathe in create the life that we love so until we meet again i am forever your friend slip sliding with purpose into the black into the sky and stars and feeling a suggestion that we weren t all connected in the essence of a final plan much bigger than us like a memory that you just can t touch like the universe is a circle and its basic and the world spins round cause everything changes and the resting place of the human race is the sky and stars and the poetry is just us its just us its just us we just move on a minute we go first on a second if the sky is the limit our earth is the blessing every second you re in it every minute your guessing cause the celebration into this life that you re slipping slip sliding away and you know it s never enough you re begging for more and so on your knees you get up we are the poetry in motion we are the fire in the sky slip sliding with purpose into the black into the sky and stars and feeling a suggestion that we weren t all connected in the essence of a final plan much bigger than us like a memory that you just can t touch like the universe is a circle and its basic and the world spins round cause everything changes and the resting place of the human race is the sky and stars and the poetry is just us its just us
['east coast reggae', 'reggae']