From the Oven To the Freezer
I jumped off a plane, woosh like into a freezer
some thougth i was insane,
holiday in the winter.
In the middle of January
in the heart of London,
with all the heat in my body
fresh from the caribbean.
My vest my shirt and my jacket
still i felt like an eskimo,
my long john my jeans and my boots
all i was thinking was hell no.
What in the world would posses someone,
to choose the winter
instead of sun sea and sand.
Am i really insane or is it the love for the country,
cause the cold and the rain
it bites me daily.
But now i am a resident
and its going on a year,
so my love for the country
is way beyond compare.
It seems so unbelievable
but all i can remember,
is the day i jumped from the oven
straight into the freezer.
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