Seastars.
It's dark.
Everyone around you's been asleep,
but you're awake.
Your mind's on:
business ideas, ways to create.
You're searching for the undiscovered;
culture to innovate.
Your mind's gone to Neptune,
blue skies fill ya dreams
and you know you'll be the star
Galileo sketched you out to be...
because your mind's power-racin,
but you're still being patient,
waitin for ya revelation
so you movin round ya orbit slow...
But, you already know
you're the God of the sea
harvesting on earth
so you plant ya apple tree
flourish, flourish, flourish young child
you'll blossom, then ya flossin
they'll be callin ya bo$$y...
flourish flourish flourish young girl
bout to blossom, get to flossin
next they callin ya bo$$y...
flourish flourish flourish young woman
you done blossomed, see you flossin
knew they'd be callin you bo$$y...