CHORUS: I don’t even know How these flowers’ll grow All on their own… Maybe you could help me out I planted seeds long ago Tended them, even so… Oh no, oh no I hope that it turns out right Verse 1. One thing I can’t understand, Two I can’t comprehend Three about something with the… ah its gone again I was writing glow in the dark songs: an offering So I can give just a little of bit honesty You’re in the wrong place if you’re just complacent But I wouldn’t mind a change from this uphill arrangement Must be something in the liquidation, Leaving me dazed like the way between a man and a maiden Things didn’t happen quite the way that I planned but Wish it was Superman One I’d send world backwards I put my hands up, at times I get anxious Test my loved ones till we fall out like dandruff (uh-oh) I think I been here more than once, Like typing the PIN number but still insufficient funds Struggling with stuff like suffering God only knows, that why put I trust my Him.. (…‘cause I don’t’ even know) CHORUS Verse 2. How did I get into this fixed up situation? Missed another payment they could take my whole home as a stipulation Life’s a sequence of inner stresses and irritations And a conviction the bank’s tampered with my mini-statements I don’t even know which way to turn? Think a vein will burst, ex-girl ain’t concerned Won’t get these papes returned by April first Cold approaching broken heater, no dough in the token meter Too slow to switch it overheated and blown the speakers Can’t even use the phone either First day after the postal strike never processed the payment As an oversight. Overnight the phonebox has broke apart My overdraft swollen so fast it needs lipo and open heart I don’t even know, if I’ll ever find this living simple Find a lady to give to or drift through and hit sixty single I don’t even know, or if I be the kind of live performer Who survives a trauma or the type to never find a calling And die a pauper, Lord help me see more clearly on the road I drift weary alone but I don’t even know CHORUS Sax solo I Don’t Even Know (refrain) ..I hope that it turns out right.

CHORUS: I don’t even know How these flowers’ll grow All on their own… Maybe you could help me out I planted seeds long ago Tended them, even so… Oh no, oh no I hope that it turns out right Verse 1. One thing I can’t understand, Two I can’t comprehend Three about something with the… ah its gone again I was writing glow in the dark songs: an offering So I can give just a little of bit honesty You’re in the wrong place if you’re just complacent But I wouldn’t mind a change from this uphill arrangement Must be something in the liquidation, Leaving me dazed like the way between a man and a maiden Things didn’t happen quite the way that I planned but Wish it was Superman One I’d send world backwards I put my hands up, at times I get anxious Test my loved ones till we fall out like dandruff (uh-oh) I think I been here more than once, Like typing the PIN number but still insufficient funds Struggling with stuff like suffering God only knows, that why put I trust my Him.. (…‘cause I don’t’ even know) CHORUS Verse 2. How did I get into this fixed up situation? Missed another payment they could take my whole home as a stipulation Life’s a sequence of inner stresses and irritations And a conviction the bank’s tampered with my mini-statements I don’t even know which way to turn? Think a vein will burst, ex-girl ain’t concerned Won’t get these papes returned by April first Cold approaching broken heater, no dough in the token meter Too slow to switch it overheated and blown the speakers Can’t even use the phone either First day after the postal strike never processed the payment As an oversight. Overnight the phonebox has broke apart My overdraft swollen so fast it needs lipo and open heart I don’t even know, if I’ll ever find this living simple Find a lady to give to or drift through and hit sixty single I don’t even know, or if I be the kind of live performer Who survives a trauma or the type to never find a calling And die a pauper, Lord help me see more clearly on the road I drift weary alone but I don’t even know CHORUS Sax solo I Don’t Even Know (refrain) ..I hope that it turns out right.

(J-Live) Ay-yo, 6 AM in the ATL NYC seems miles from here Like the minute Big Ben being seeing the light Before I even rolled out of the bed Jump on a chat for the toll free business Hands on keys like ears to the ground Holla at my overseas peoples in an instant Trade food for thought swaps words for sounds (Testament) The sounds at the venue checked, head downtown ‘round ten pm, …chow with my friend I’m…late turning up and she’s watching the clock Sharing a cuppa Mint Tea at this Persian spot Says the “old her’ s” gone, since she’s learnt lot when a temporary lover, made-her permanent Mum Now works a sex line to, earn some crust Mid-conversation,(what?) midnight: I gotta run (cos its time) CHORUS: Time difference, the difference in time We trying live in these difficult times UK to US, LS to NY Testament, J-Live Things look different with time Time difference, the difference in time We trying live in these difficult times UK to US, LS to NY Testament, J-Live Things look different… 2. (Testament) First-hand on 3, weave through second-hand smoke New Bohemia closed, so I catch a cab home, Couldn’t properly chat, with my pal at the show Apologetic text message tapped into ma phone He’s stand-up bloke, b-boyed when we were younger Became Policeman, in his London borough See I thank God for the seasons that we livin’ with Getting through meantimes, like the Greenwich meridian (J-Live) Deejay at Greenwich Vilage, today’s mission Grab a camera full of landscapes and friends Can’t miss a moment cos you never know when this life might come to an ends Catch a value of a dollar and it don’t make sense Now I’m trying to make a punds out of fifteen pense See I don’t get gas like sight for sound Contemplating how the modern day cipher sounds CHORUS: 3. (J-Live) From 3 o’clock to 6 then I get to La Guardia Two days before I need JFK Almost missed my flight with a close encounter From the Biblebelt C cycles here in the A And it ain’t no different in the Empire State From forty-one to fifty, the shots hardly miss me At 8 O’clock reach Harlem according to plan 10 O’clock I start the party with the Settlement jam (Testament) Jam on toast, 10 o’clock, I think maybe I changed? Raised my game and moved on, well, then again maybe I aint? …The time zones of life jetlag me now Been undergrad, unemployed now I’m underground I understand this: “freedom means sacrifice” Jump online, contact the J-Live Leave the house, say a prayer, grab my plane ticket Hear the sound of children, playing in the distance…