Hallucination occured due to the Lack of sun

I feel, I smell Jamaican soul,
I see jungle through the wall.
I wish I've reached that holy place,
When eyes are closed - see Marley's face.
I taste green tea - it's good for sure,
I gotta calm down, I'm getting bored. 
Ma player plays some d'n'b,
Ma eyes are closed - see magic tree,
Where cocoa grows, and under it,
in tiny shadow children sit,
they lough n' sing Jamaican SKA,
no pop, no house or blah blah blah.
I wanna join that atmosphere,
of tasteful smoke n' cooling beer.
I wanna get there just right know,
but what can help to rise n' how?
Just hold ma hand, to low my pulse,
N' in the end, we'll change the rules.
Jamaica, reggae, sun n' beach,
clear sky n' water, we can reach
That paradise by passing by
all sins, all fails n' say goodby
to our casual routine,
our brains like time machine -
We can get high through time or days,
We can go to any place.
Just let's unite the soul n' sky -
To say „Oh God, how can I fly? „