गाने

Blazin’, it blazin’, blazin’
Down a vatican a burn up, burn up. A when the fire start turn up, turn up. I and I a burn red fire ina rome, blazin’. A this hotter than a thermostat, a natty never get nervous not. I and I a burn red fire ina rome, cyaan cool.
So many words have spoken, so many hearts have broken. I a keep the doors dem open for every ghetto youth. We’ve been waiting patiently, while law and cops unpleasanty, no dem no have no vacancy for no ghetto youth, none at all.
Torch gasoline a fire, burn rubbish heap with tire. Babylon a thief and lier, dem no like ghetto youth, no, no.
Torch gasoline a fire, burn rubbish heap with tire. Babylon a thief and lier, dem know why you’re no truth,
yeah.
Down a vatican a burn up, burn up. A when the fire start turn up, turn up. I and I a burn red fire ina rome, blazin’. A this hotter than a thermostat, a natty never get nervous not. I and I a burn red fire ina rome, cyaan cool.
All right. A dem a want know where the Rastaman come from. I conspire and I made dem assumption. Dem turn the earth in a prison and dump land. I know I wonder where dem go wrong. So burn the fire from now til a morning. Hey Babylon man sending out a warning . For all the wrongs that you did, you will be falling,
hey. You hear the Rastaman chanting.
Torch gasoline a fire, burn rubbish heap with tire. Babylon a thief and lier, dem no like ghetto youth, no, no.
Torch gasoline a fire, burn rubbish heap with tire. Babylon a thief and lier, dem know why you’re no truth,
yeah.
Down a vatican a burn up, burn up. A when the fire start turn up, turn up. I and I a burn red fire ina rome, blazin’. A this hotter than a thermostat, a natty never get nervous not. I and I a burn red fire ina rome, cyaan cool.
Written by: Wayneford Omaro Levi
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