Vibrations

Woah, woah, yeah Oh, woah, ye-yeah Oh, woah, woah, yeah (Woah, woah, yeah) Rasta man we a no weak heart We a look in a we self and we a pree smart When it come to Babylon them is a- Now time get wicked and real hard When you look in a yourself and you no see God And your pants them a drop, and you lean hard 'Bout ten dozen 'matic in a three yard And you mother still a bawl, granny plea Lord (Oh, Lord) Never have a cent in a pocket But, a ends you a lock it You a send fi a gun and you a send fi a ratchet Send fi a Bible and me a send fi a prophet Whеn it come to the truth, beg mе a knock it The pastor bawl out, send me a jacket When you look inna account, you fi check fi deposit And the little ghetto youth them a empty the 'matic MP them a tell me say it tragic What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you, woah What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you, woah What me'd a do, me no proud We shubbing bullets around 'Matic a push in a town Drive-by 'til the car in a one bush in a now Losing a lot, but dawg, a karma when you looking around Look what the investment do me yah now Mommy, me need your prayer Them stick yah no beat in a Hyatt Ask Caesar, me nah seize fire And the truth can't keep me quiet And my hands them full and still a bring trials 'Nough obstacles and man stay solid like top a the pliers 'Maru deh yah like David, would never too wackaz the giant Tell everybody 'pon the corner Say no follow the badness if you frighten fi see karma A who a burn the rat go turn informer Stranger in a the war yah Make me give you the drama The same gun weh you buy and 'pon your own it go fire at the dawg with desire And it hard fi retire 'Cause we in too deep A the least fi we chop a beast A no Japanese In a streets weh the Glock a breeze, man a drop a knees Yow, please sell the proper trees Poppy drop a lease We a preach fi the African Minneapolis We a sting, something like a bees Or a grabba leaf Beat, me see shot a squeeze when me drop a East Haile Selassie, a no never Socrates Oh What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you, yow What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you, woah Yeah Careful a the tree you planting Watch how you a shoot 'cause you will dead like plantain Where's the love? Imeru, them asking Karma make 'nough youth dead a rattid If you believe in a friend killing, no linger Don't boast 'bout you put no rifle 'pon no window 'Meru will catch the boy and fire like cyclinder God no go catch him, him all a scream out like a Linda Wah the sense fi people living if them heart don't clean? Love in the chalice we a steam No better than the ghetto youth because you live 'pon scheme Me tell yuh, Imeru say fi go live that dream Ask Beres, without no vision them perish Yeah, ask Beres, without no vision them perish This a no weak heart Me a look in a me self and me a pree smart When it come to Babylon them is a weak heart Now time get wicked and real hard When you look in a yourself and you no see God And your pants them a drop, and you lean hard 'Bout ten dozen 'matic in a three yard And you mother still a bawl, bawl, bawl, yeah What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you, woah What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you What you do is coming right back to you, yow