Damian Marley (Instrumental) - Road to Zion | Текст песни

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• Damian Marley (Instrumental)
• Road to Zion

Jah will be waiting there we a shout, Jah will be waiting there!!!!
In this world of calamity, dirty looks and grudges and jealousy
And police weh abuse dem authority
Media clowns we 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 mek I clear out my voice now Figaro!
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low
Some bwoy could a big like Bam Bam Biggalow
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 walking on the road to Zion, man
Got to keeps it burning on the road to Zion, man

Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
Don't mek dem tek you like who dem took out
Jah will be waiting there we a shout, Jah will be waiting 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 of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy

Say, we got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
You know you got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man

(Nas)
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 Mugabe 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 sorry I'm raisin a Army
Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley
We sparkin a iron 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 clown we 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 mek I clear out my voice now Figaro!
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low
Some bwoy could a big like Bam Bam Biggalow
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 walking on the road to Zion, man
Got to keeps it burning on the road to Zion, man

Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
Don't mek dem tek you like who dem took out
Jah will be waiting there we a shout, Jah will be waiting there!!!!
Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
Don't mek dem tek you like who dem took out
Jah will be waiting there we a shout, Jah will be waiting there!!!!
In this world of calamity, dirty looks and grudges and jealousy
And police weh abuse dem authority,
Media clowns we nuh know ‘bout variety
Single parents weh need some charity
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan with any means and strategy
Inside a broken dreams and tragedy
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan with any means and strategy
Hey, I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
You know, you got to keep on walking, on the road to Zion, man

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