The Message (feat. Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley)

There's music in your soul

Minerals in your soil

Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil

While history unfolds

Don't let a good thing spoil oh no

No

I apologize

Seeing the crime rate rising infinite

Everywhere people around me a drop like fly yet I live in it

I look to the sky and ask almighty when will it finish

Is this a sign of the last days

The last few minutes

Cause the land overrun with knives and guns and murderous gimmicks

Good people around while bad pree murderous limits

I keep my faith and wait cause I know evil can't win it

But this is not the time nor the place for the punks and timid

In a world that's suppose to be peaceful

Every little youth turn killa

None a dem have respect for the laws of land dem a real blood spilla

Them forgot when the parents lay dem down in the beds and pilla

Saying son you have to be a good boy but them get bigger and pull trigger

Every question gunshot is the answer well go figure

Them don't want to dig deep in their heart searching for the goodness like

We a grave digger

Well this message from bunji garlin and the one gongzilla

Almighty father is telling you

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Can I walk the savannah at least

Buy my pholourie in peace without being trailed by a full detail of ten bodyguard and police

Must sum'n inna island breeze

Mek violence spread like disease

Cause most juvenile guns out and while with no respect for ogs

Can I walk round a half way tree

With nobody else but me with cash inna pocket and nobody a

Watch it and nobody a target me

Well it must be the deep blue seas tha spread to the bun and the cheese

That make everybody up inna the island waan grab up something and squeeze

Can you imagine how the sword dem sharp

Man a hunt fi the bake and shark

Should a heed advice when the place did nice

That a before the whole thing start

Now every man stop tek talk and every man start think dark

Out in the street blood spray like when juve a morning cork

Long time kingston tell we to put down the gun

From port of spain to hellshire

Don't get caught up making people head road round like michelin tire

From grandmother bawl and grandson a fall your soul going to burn in fire

Don't let them get your life and draw your soul like it's a vampire

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