We live from the head down and not the feet up

And I'm adorned with the crown that's making this up

And I'm fine under cloud 9



Yes I wear the lamb's wool, the feet of burned brass

And the wool defies gravity like the nature of a gas

And I'm fine under cloud 9



Twist my cloud and it rains

And when it rains it pours

And the energy will absorb

Power for the metaphysical one



Happy to be nappy, I'm black and I'm proud

That I have been chosen to wear the conscious cloud

And I'm fine under cloud 9



I'd be a chameleon and wear it bone straight

But it's so much stronger when it's in it's natural state

And I'm fine under cloud 9



Twist my cloud and let it rains

And when it rains it pours

And the energy will absorb

Power for the metaphysical one





We live from the head down and not the feet up

And I'm adorned with the crown that's making this up

And I'm fine under cloud 9



Twist my cloud and let it rains

And when it rains it pours

And the energy will absorb

Power for the metaphysical one