Pass mi di lighta mek we burn it yo
Jump pon di Dub Caravan’s spiritual journey yo
Now hear me slang yeah
Even if a cold wind blows
We’ll never give up Jah Love
No compromise – got to deal with rough reality
They brutalize – we pay the price of their brutality
Hypocrites living in their imprisoned minds,
Fighting for power and thing
I-man done left dem behind
Inna Twenty-Fuss Century
Slavery still a gwaan
Babylon controls di streets
Di youths dem haffi run
Di criminals dem sit inna dem governement
And rule di world
Lost dem souls to dem diamonds and pearls
Pass mi di lighta mek we burn dem out
Jump pon di Dub Caravan’s spiritual healing yo
Now hear me slang yeah
Even if a cold wind blows
We’ll never give up Jah Love
Inna east of Europe we keep struggling and surviving yo
Corruption high and di budget – dem a keep it low
Cuh inna dem courts – ain’t it nothing but a puppet show
As a rastaman I haffi mek di people know
Got to keep going , got to mantain identity
Grow organic and overcome di scarcity
We’re much more than a number inna dem registry
If ya feeling sick yo, I-man got di remedy
Pass mi di lighta mek we burn dem out
Jump pon di Dub Caravan’s spiritual healing yo
Now hear me slang yeah
Even if a cold wind blows
We’ll never give up Jah Love
Love !
(Yeah you know, Sam Son Benji pon di saxophone)
Man a see di politricks dem
me seh dem act like clowns
Everybody know seh
how dem galang galang galang
And di people dem need more of di Dub Caravan
That’s what dem seh to di man pon di microphone stand
Bare reality ah weh di rastaman chant
That’s how me defend di poor with this mic inna mi hand
Becah me know seh how it feels inna dis ya situation
Hear it straight from di source , no interpretation.
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