The KC Rap
(KC=Krishna Consciousness)
It’s late at night & you crawl back home, your eyes are red & your limbs are sore,
I’ll soon be happy, you promise yourself, I’ll need to slog, just a few years more.
The degrees, job, are soon yours, the Merc is parked outside your door.
But as you chill in your penthouse, Bro, you think, somehow, yeh dil mange more!
So on it goes, forever ma' friend, your search for happiness will ne’er end,
Then WHAT, you shout, is that magic thing, that’ll bring me joy and pe
