Текст песне : Masia One. Mississauga. Nigh Time, Summer Time.

Tobi
I?m denying this existence, to maintain the state of mind requires persistence.
Diligence and dedication. Aspiration for a higher elevation.
Wisdom is never accessed, if at less makes you feel all like stress
If the mind conceives it, you will be.
You are the oracle to our collective future; creative creatures.
Acknowledge your ancestors called intuition, brought forth to fruition
Like those who act as opposed to those who watch
A society of spectators never achieved nothing, all of this I say for something.
It might lead to a little less hurting.

Masia
(Still that night time thing, a full moon outside)
I?m denying this existence, to maintain this state of mind require persistence
Hidden gems in life creations,
A life impatient is arrogance then paved in gold?
Spent lifelines with ancients, politicked with human soul
Words blocking cold, stole love from every story
The envious of speech, they fear to really bore me
Cause I?ll rise like the phoenix that begins to build another
And another, funny how head nods can stick together
To better ourselves, 1 word, why wage a war in religions name?
This time, all in the same.
Say hope to the masses, got builders raising fists and glasses
Determining no race for upper classes
This path less taken is every faith in its discerning
I?m learning, baby steps to keep these fires burning
I turn at the century, love enemies reverting
Possibility that I might lead to less hurting.

[chorus]
Clear skies summer time reminisce,
Night Time live or die hit or miss.
Missing you, missing me blow a kiss.
Night Time, Summer Time It?s that night time, summer time, grass creatures speaking
Half moon outside, let the night lead the evening
Evening lead my mind from that space of work I live,
Living for the moment, for the moment still a gift
Should I live to tell this story when sweat beads down your cheek
Days are kind of boring, scolding kids and shoot the shit
Lift it on the soap box kids when rhymes matter
Spit a dope lyric kid, now rhyme fatter
Meditate through doorways of strangers on approach
On city steps like all day, I give these verbals coach
They said coach me, I found roach and smoked it slowly then reminisced about the kids that once said ?Fuck the police?
I know these men, now forgotten where they came from
Lover of life purveyor of art, I name them
I frame them to inspiration
what more to need this life under solar stimulation