Naked Walk [Song]

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NAKED WALK
By Ataklan

I like to walk naked
Don't let them tell you what to do with your reality
'Cause only you know what that is...

There's a reason for the seasons, a reason if it snows
A reason for a river and the places that it flows
A reason for the rain, a reason for the pain
Knowing deep inside my soul that I would rise again

'Cause the more I listen is the more I hear
And the more I learn is the less I fear
And the more I feel is the more I care
And the more them people dress it up
Is the less I wear.

'Cause I like to walk naked
Naked, I like to walk
Naked away from Wall Street paintings
And poets buying yards of fabric, lord
To make pretty their rhythmic talk
To make pretty their rhythmic talk
To make pretty their rhythmic talk.

They full mih head with lead
And pump mih mind with ink
Tell me never to grow a dread
'Cause that's the right way to think
They teach me foreign history
'Til I doh know nothing about me
Still Rastas can't work in banks
And they call that equality
Well, tell John Hawkins to hop a kite
Buy some thread and fly away
Midnight Robber and Pierrot Grenade
Is we history lesson today
Is we history lesson today
Is we history lesson today.

'Cause I like to walk naked
Naked I like to walk
Naked away from Wall Street paintings
And poets buying yards of fabric, lord
To make pretty their rhythmic talk
To make pretty their rhythmic talk
To make pretty their rhythmic talk.

There a reason for the season, a reason if it snows
A reason for a river and the places that it flows
A reason for the rain, a reason for the pain
Knowing deep inside my soul that I would rise again

'Cause the more I listen is the more I hear
And the more I learn is the less I fear
And the more I feel is the more I care
And the more them people dress it up
Is the less I wear

'Cause I like to walk naked
Naked I like to walk
Naked away from Wall Street paintings
And poets buying yards of fabric, yards of fabric, lord
To make pretty their rhythmic talk
To make pretty their rhythmic talk
To make pretty their rhythmic talk.

There a reason for the seasons, a reason if it snows...

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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare