Mmm,
ooo, mmm, mmmm,
mmmmm
I love to see my people living in love I
hate to see them fighting and swimming in
blood
Nuff neglect the farming,
scorning the mud Yet they want to be the first to reap the
food as it brought
Oh them fill the earth with peas and church and ore house
Love the rum bar, yet *** eat the pure rose
*** take the microchip and overwrote the poor out
Less food, more jolt and more mouth
Rasta tell *** all the while
Stop war and go till the sky
Stop fighting for land and oil
Feed the coil, so many god defile
Slave masters spit inna *** face
*** take that with a smile
The bongs of the Nile
So mild and so fertile
Acres more than a zillion mile
People acting vile,
pick up cannibal style One devote,
one mama,
papa and child
Sow life seed and let it bustle *** say *** think they take too long
To grow and start to cussle I couldn't
trust them and those as a white
chaucer Such is life, *** say a jostle
Hights,
the Kasha Heights,
what *** call the squatter land
Some say fi government,
some say fi matter land
Still no one share although *** got a lot of land
*** want fit to knock on the wrench and shut a land
Rasta tell *** all the while Stop war and go till the sky
Stop fighting for land and oil Feed the coil,
so many god defile
Slave masters spit inna *** face *** take that with a smile
The bongs of the Nile So mild and so fertile
Acres more than a zillion mile People acting vile,
pick up cannibal style
One devote,
one mama,
papa and child Politician a talk,
certain thing *** not mention
Say a drugs and gun,
the people talks money spent on
Come with plastic smile and *** wicked intention Inna yawn,
a wed *** put *** evil invention
Turn gun model,
seeking attention See *** know you there,
*** that is no re***ption
Parents a wonder where to get the first centrum To bury the dead,
*** not even got pension
Rasta tell *** all the while Stop war and go
till the sky Stop fighting for land and oil
Feed the coil,
so many god defile Slave masters spit
inna *** face *** take that with a smile
The bongs of the Nile So mild and so
fertile Acres more than a zillion mile
The people acting vile,
pick up cannibal style One devote,
one mama,
papa and child
Love to see more people living in love I hate
to see *** fighting and swimming in blood
Nothing but the farming,
scorning the mud Yet *** gonna be the
first to pick the fruit as it bought
Left on the earth in a prison church and war
house Love the rum part and *** eat the pure rose
*** take the microchip and overwrite the poor route Less food,
more moat and more drought
Rasta tell *** all the while Stop war and go till the sky
Stop fighting for land and oil Feed the coil,
so many god defile
Slave masters spit inna *** face *** take that with a smile
The bongs of the Nile So mild and so fertile
Acres more than a zillion mile
The people acting vile, pick up cannibal style