Prince Naseem Hamed

Wonder how it feels to loose the beat
My hips dancing «Billy Jean»
At noon some black birds on my roof
Hot winds smells of coffe and seeds
Like a bee in a fun box
Like a hungry bear I’ve caught you boy
I walk Peak District Sheffield
Cut Throat Bridge and rowans in bloom
Bright light is not the sun blinding me
Feel something like a peck on the jaw
Like a flea in your bedroom
Ike a party next door I’m gonna knock you out
Left, right, left, right, I’ve got to wake up
(wheat fields are wondeful down by the hills
Some gossip butterflies surrounding me)
I’m standing, I’m falling
Left, right, left, right