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sábado, fevereiro 04, 2006

Road to Zion 

yah man.
Jah will be waitin there we a shout,
Jah will be waitin there!

In this world of calamity,
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy,
And police weh abuse dem authority,
Media clowns when nuh know bout variety
BOOM!

De youngest veteran a go murder dem slow
Ragga muffin sent to call me from da bush Bungalow
Watch mek me clear out mi voice now Figarow
Emerg from the darkness wit mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem a slam n a spectator get low
Some bwoy could a big like Bam Bam Bigalow
Buss off trigger finger trigger hand and trigger toe
A two gun mi have mi buss dem inna stereo
cause

I got to keep on walkin on the road to Zion, man
Wi gots to keeps it burnin on the road to Zion, man

Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
Don let dem take you like who dem took out
Jah will be waitin there we a shout,
Jah will be waitin there!

In this world of calamity,
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy,
And police weh abuse dem authority,
Media clowns when nuh know bout variety

Single parents weh need some charity
Yutes weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan with any means and strategy,
say,

Say, we got to keep on walkin (Yeah) on the road to Zion, man
(Yeah, been waitin to do this track with you man, yeah, ha ha, yeah yeah)
You know (They know) you got to keep on walkin (Yeah) on the road to Zion, man
(You gotta keep walkin y'all, yeah, yeah, you gotta keep...)

Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless
I'm havin daymares in daytime wide awake try to relate
This can't be happenin like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin
Cause what I'm seein is hauntin, human beings like ghost and zombies
President Mugabi holdin guns to innocent bodies
In Zimbabwe, they make John Pope seem Godly, sacrilegious and blasphemous
In my lifetime I look back in paths I walked, where savages fought and passengers taught
Prostitutes stomp in high heel boots
And badges screamin at young black children stop or I will shoot
I look back at cooked crack plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly, and I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison trust that
So save me your sorries I'm raisin a Army
Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley
Wi sparkin the ions Marchin to zion
You know how Nas be NYC state of mind I'm in

In this world of calamity,
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy,
And police weh abuse dem authority,
Media clowns when nuh know bout variety

Single parents weh need some charity
Yutes weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan with any means and strategy,
say,

I got to keep on walkin on the road to Zion, man
Wi gots to keeps it burnin on the road to Zion, man

Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
Don let dem take you like who dem took out
Jah will be waitin there we a shout,
Jah will be waitin there!

In this world of calamity,
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy,
And police weh abuse dem authority,
Media clowns when nuh know bout variety
Single parents weh need some charity
Yutes weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan with any means and strategy
Insted of broken dreams and tragedy
Yutes weh need some love and prosperity
Insted of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan n any means n any strategy
Ay, Say
I got to kepp on walking on the road to Zion, man

Damien Marley feat. Nas (Do Álbum "Welcome to Jamrock ")

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posted by D Quixote  4:14 da tarde

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