How can you buy, sell the sky, warmth of the land Spit where you want, n*gga don’t give a damn Freshness of air, sparkle on the water Eagles are our brothers, and flowers are our daughters 2 Responses Will January 10th, 2015 This reminds me of something old school Reply Lee January 10th, 2015 I’d like to hear some more of his music before I make a decision. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ