Old Ben JT Music

[Intro]
So you're looking for a Jedi?
You won't find him here
You wanna know who am I
And how'd I wind up here?
There ain't much left of this man
'Cause I'm just dust in the wind
But if you can let the dead lie
I'll tell you why I'm here

[Verse 1]
Yo, simply put, I love sand
I wanna run my fingers through it
The pleasure of the texture is somewhat therapeutic
I've never found it to be coarse, rough, or irritating
I'm sick of smooth surfaces, I prefer it grainy
With exfoliating properties, healing it bestows
I feel it on my skin, even in between my toes
This sandy sensation is divine to the touch
For those who know how to find a diamond in the rough
I love sand, that's why I settled in the desert
Retirement on Tatooine can't get any better
I used to hold the high ground, now I'm layin' low
While the suns are in the sky, I'll be covered head to toe
I stripped myself of who I was, so if you unrobe me
You'll find an old Ben, but there won't be no Kenobi
I've only grown in age after all the time that passed
Now I'm not only haunted, but I'm hunted by the past