Children of Zion

Yeah (Zion waiting for us) Children of Zion (we've come to say) We have come unto Mount Zion (go) It's the season of the Son, yeah Rising up an army full of sons of the Holy One It's the season of the Son, yeah Manifest, manifest, manifest (boo!) We no need no real guns, yeah High up the Son and the ganja (whoo!) You know I speak a few tongues, yeah (rabha shatta) Fire 'pon your hair when I'm done, yeah The enemies is on the run, yeah In the spirit, no, I'm not the one, yeah Power from the Holy One, yeah This the intro, I'm not done yet Yeah Children of Zion We have come unto Mount Zion But I'ma digging, the man, dem a-digging Dem no find, yes, I'm winning My eyes on the Father and the Son, I'm in the spirit Revealed out to the latter time You know, dem want to flip it God already knows and my wings, they try to clip it Power shot daily meditation after Wednesday Born real prophet, and you know that the man is gifted Prophecy on my lungs and the word is life giving Mi no look left or right, you know I'm 'bout my Father's business Every Thursday and Sunday, we easy street living I wear the most Gucci, yet, I do the most giving The editor of my clips try to frame me as a wizard But leave out the fact that I will always point them back to Jesus Babylon is jealous Fire on 'pon that Fire 'pon the hypocrites Fire! Fire 'pon the Devil Fire 'pon wrong (yeah) Fire! Children of Zion We have come unto Mount Zion Boo! We keep them when while we keep them Lord, we give them while we give them Jesus Christ na what we give them Love, we give them Jesus Christ, you keep them We give them what they want, you give them, yeah Jesus Christ, what we give them Jesus Christ, that what we give them Love, we give them Jesus Christ, you give them