I count the blades I count every blade of grass
I make the cut I know that the shadows cast
I wear the ring I am a king in my own field
I count the blades I make the kill
How do I feel, I embrace my destiny
How do I feel, I feel like me
Lift your heads up Cuban green
I?m coming for you
I cut the grass I know every single blade
I wear the mask I now every turn that?s made
I wear the minx I am a prince in my own field
I raise a mass I make the kill
How do I feel, I embrace my destiny
How do I feel, I feel like me
Lift your heads up Cuban green
I?m coming for you