shows a way me rasta foray Educated in the street rasta foray The soul becomes such easy, all right And i one, before eyes dark night
When that time came, when in my life black strip I began to think about the future of street There was war of ideas in my head Am there i in confusion, i am good or bad? I don't look like an angel and devil you will not find such as i, and will The world on earth will lose the sens Nowadays kids spit into each other's face With me usually my the two best friend's Smoking gunja we, this is our subject's For us not problem to find a jamb Our direstion rasta foray gunja We go a way to the world every day When merriment is not sky becomes gray Laughter and gladness abandon us But ideas develop in good plat's