Sun up on the zinc roof, kettle starting to sing Hand on the screen door, I’m out before the phone can ring Bassline in the yard, step slow, let the whole thing roll Pots on the stove, one eye on the clock, one hand on the bowl No rush, no fuss, just the breeze through the mango tree Neighbors on the stoop, same old joke, same cold drink as me Red stripe on the curb, kids skip stones by the corner shop We keep it moving easy when the city starts to talk One love in the kitchen, one love in the lane One love when the power cuts and we light up the flame Skank to the left now, let your shoulders unhook If the day come heavy, we don’t let it take the hook Hear the drum talk low, hear the bass line lean Every little hard thing gets a softer in-between From the gate to the dock, from the hill to the sea We keep the good vibe living, that’s how it goes for me
