Yeah 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 clown weh nuh know bout variety, boom
The youngest veteran a go murder dem slow Ragga muffin sent to call me from the bush bungalow Unnu watch it mek I clear out my voice now figaro Emerge from the darkness wit a big blunt a glow Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Bigalow Bust of trigger finger trigger hand and trigger toe A two gun mi have mi bust dem inna stereo
Cause, I got to keep on walkin, on the road to Zion man Hey, I got to keeps it burnin, on the road to Zion man
Clean and pure meditation without a doubt Don't mek dem tek yuh 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 weh nuh know bout variety Single parents weh need some charity Youth weh need some love and prosperity Instead of broken dreams and tragedy By any plan with any means and strategy
Say, we got to keep on walkin (Yeah) on the road to Zion man (Nas: I've been waiting to do this track with you man) You know (They know) you got to keep on walkin on the road to Zion land (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 at 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 pastors taught Prostitutes stomp in high heel boots And badges screamin, "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 sorry I'm raisin a Army Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley We 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 weh nuh know bout variety, boom
Di youngest veteran a come murder dem slow Ragamuffin sent to call mi from di bush bungalow Unnu nuh watch it mek I clear out my voice now figaro Emerge from the darkness wit a big blunt a glow Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Bigelow Buss of trigger finger trigger hand and trigger toe A two gun mi have mi buss dem inna stereo
Cause, I got could keep on walkin, on the road to Zion man Hey, I got to keeps it burnin, on the road to Zion man
Clean and pure meditation without a doubt Don't mek dem tek yuh like who dem took out Jah will be waitin there we a shout, Jah will be waitin there!!!! Clean and pure meditation without a doubt Don't mek dem tek yuh 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 weh nuh know bout variety Single parents weh need some charity Youths weh need some love and prosperity Instead a broken dreams and tragedy By any plan with any means and strategy Instead a broken dreams and tragedy Yutes weh need some love and prosperity Instead a broken dreams and tragedy By any plan with any means and strategy Hey, I got to keep