It’s the sound of our heart beat
The way we speak, the way we greet
The way we smile, the way we laugh, the way we carry on when we’re mad
There’s always some story to tell
It coulda been spoken a hundred times and it could still kill you dead
Some foot or hand pelt, laughing hysterically to something that was said
It’s the passion in our eyes, and the stories we make behind our lies
Don’t get us started on a this one or that one
The story would cyah done
But we love, live and laugh
Some get drunk and lime by bars,
Some go to church and stay far
However or whoever you are,
We have a rhythm and can’t pass up bacchanal
Police in the road and we fass, all kinda traffic
But fight in the street and we can’t wait to pass, that’s them man thing
I not getting in that
We really good as a people
Pros and Cons in everything
But we live nice as a people
And no matter what, give God thanks in everything
Rhythm & Bacchanal