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Road To Zion

yah man. 
(hook) 
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 

(chorus) 

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! 
(x2) 

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 
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! 
(x2) 

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 

CORRIGIDOO POR : Fr1z3
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