Healing Of The Nation

Sizzla And Bredren

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Blah! You know a wha'? Ganja a the healing of the nation The healing does no bring no segregation Chalice push the verbs to meditation Aye! Well, me haffi burn mi chalice whether day or night Babylon a malice, run go tell dem that no right Check Mother Earth because a she have up the spice Dem can't control mi voice Yes, me burn Babylon whether day or night Babylon a fuss when ghetto youths a unite Check King Selassie 'cause a him have up the mic Me never come here fi apologize No, no, no, no Behind box dem full of chat Yo, yo Front of mi face dem sit down and a squat This a the government fi the poor and have-not Selassie I sit up inna the throne and all a watch How Emmanuel turban make Eden a drop Marcus Garvey pon him two foots a trod Sizzla Kalonji come burn dem to ash If you a corruption, then I a watch I a Ras! Me haffi burn mi chalice whether day or night Babylon a malice, run go tell dem that no right Check Mother Earth because a she have up the spice Dem can't control we voice Well, me burn Babylon whether day or night Babylon a fuss when ghetto youths a unite Check King Selassie 'cause a him have up the mic Dem can't control mi voice Mi say, action speaks louder than word Get the meditation, create the verbs Heater and water shall surely serve Gauge up the chalice, yah unuh go 'round no curve Sit down inna your couch, no, your couch no man can come up Bawling out after we tell you no touch Yo, all mouse will get your headtop bust up I-ya see the chalice, watch the heathen a erupt That's why we haffi burn mi chalice whether day or night Babylon a malice, run go tell dem that no right Check King Selassie 'cause a him have up the mic Dem can't control mi voice Oh yes, me burn a Babylon whether day or night Babylon a fuss when ghetto youths a unite Hail Empress Omega 'cause a she have up the mic Dem can't control mi voice Youths a burn the merks Babylon a pass inna car Now we got the names, I waan me see dem from far Snorting your drugs, you and the Rasta nah go par Babylon, who the hell you are? From early time me know say Babylon a spy Babylon a molest, but me nah go ask dem why As a black man, me fi know a nuff the crime Babylon never waan fi see we satisfied That's why me haffi burn mi chalice whether day or night Babylon a malice, run go tell dem that no right Go check King Selassie 'cause a him have up the mic Dem can't control mi voice Well, me burn Babylon whether day or night Babylon a fuss when ghetto youths dem a unite Check Prince Haile Selassie 'cause a him have up the spice Dem can't control mi voice Behind dem box you know dem full of big shot And a in front your face dem haffi sit down and a squat This a the government fi the poor and have-not Selassie I sit up inna him throne and all a watch Emmanuel turban make Eden a drop Marcus Garvey pon him two foots a trod Sizzla Kalonji come burn dem to ash If you a corruption, then I a watch I a Ras! Haffi burn mi chalice whether day or night Babylon a malice, run go tell dem that no right Check King Selassie 'cause a him have up the mic Dem can't control mi voice