nothing else will do. and I want the Jah of contraband, you see the healing of the nation. and I've got to smoke my sensi, because Im back into meditation and me sing say you dont say mister Irie gotta
I was striking suave, ambitious. Feet to beak, so birdi-licious. Now I'm vile, I am villainous, and vicious, oh and malicious I had it all, a TV show, women too. I was tall, over one foot two. But
