Lyrics

Whoaaaa I can see so many hypocritism Everyone are talking this and talking that Watching how I cook my pot Jah Jah They always say I'm doing the right thing And behind me they try to su-su-su-sue unna me I want to show them that I'm the rasta man To make the people know my culture So you see, I've got to stand up on my feet I've got to carry out my work Every man got a talent, I got my talent I've got to show them what it's all about I've got to say Rastafari All I can see so many hypocritism Man and man just fighting against their brother And if I don't make sure that I'm around the right side I have to beg Jah for forgiveness If I cook dumpling Jam-Town gone tell me speak They always think of me and I don't see them But one thing more, I've got to control Excuse me while I smoke my spliff So you see You've got a little time to sniff All I've got is good, good Sensi love To give you baby, it's just that all I see. I know well was???? and me So many watchy-watchy and beep-beeping at me All I have seen so many hypocritism Everyone should show the way No man should never watch my business You shouldn't do good things to me to see I know a man could understand
Writer(s): Barrington Levy, Milton Lamont Welch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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