Message From The Top
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You got to clean up your hammer and sharpen your sickle
For, black man, in this time of revelation
Each and every one of us got to face the victory, ya (Dread)
And I beg you to say, coming from high places
Where there is no screw faces
As I man would say
This is the order of the day, when I play
And I beg you, don't, don't you cut down them dreadlocks
Down in prison, yeah, without a reason
I said, don't, don't you cut down them dreadlocks
Down in prison, without a reason
And selfish barbarism has got to stop
Yeah, coming from the Lord, a we deem from the top
I tell you, say, yeah
So lions and tigers should never be cut (Yeah)
I say, beat them jock and let them have a relapse
I tell you, say, we bound there
And I say, poverty should build a land
And each and every man got to understand
Then if every man was equal, you see
You wouldn't have this type of poverty (Yeah)
So don't you, don't you trim them natty dread
Down in prison (Yeah)
And every man should be punished for the wrong he do
And you should make another man feel so blue, I say (Yeah)
Well, I say, don't, don't you do that, my brother, yeah (Yeah)
So don't you, don't you get messy, my bestie, yeah
For some, it's a blessing until you come down there (Yeah, alright)
Simplest thing is this, blam-blam-blam
What is this in our little island? (Yeah)
Don't you, don't you do that to dem, Rastaman, in prison (Yeah)
And the brother man gonna grow his hair
For a reason (Yeah-yeah, alright, ya)
Now he who had the wrong, he does
Kinda does di wrong thing still
And that thing, trimming a man without his will
Is very ill, ya
'Cause I got a pill for your fever and chills, I would say
Don't you, don't you do that to dem natty dread, in prison (Yeah)
Port Augusta, Saint Catherine District Prison
Not even on the way around, ya
Not even on GP, wrong thing to do (Yeah)