You can’t tell the woman from the man (No, I say you can’t)
’cause they’re dressed in the same pollution . . .
Their mind is confused with confusion
to their problems seems they’ve no solution . . .
They become the midnight ravers . . .
Searching for the One Drop, looking for that Skank
I discovered the wellspring: authentic sounds.
Some ranking rude-boys robbed the bank
with only their instruments (and several rounds).
Forsake her not, and she shall preserve thee:
love her, and she shall keep thee. Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom:
and with all thy getting get understanding. Exalt her, and she shall promote thee:
she shall bring thee to honour, when thou dost embrace her. She shall give to thine head an ornament of grace:
a crown of glory shall she deliver to thee.
Forsake her not, and she shall preserve thee: