Lyrics

Eating hot dogs raw, smoking pot on the trot Coming in like a dark thought to approach and assault In the psyche like a fire hot caught in the onslaught Of nothing can be taught of the invisible rot that brought Dark into the light like a night without star shine Soul a barren wasteland until the sunrise Telling you to mind thoughts that will incite plight When it claws deep inside mind skull like a fight My Rasta put up your fist Show that the movement of Rasta exist Fighting for the poor man blowing up your test Stand up for the truth and resist, don't stand for this My Rasta put up your fist Show that the movement of Rasta exist Fighting for the poor man blowing up your test Stand up for the truth and resist, don't stand for this No cure for the impediment, way out with medicament I look to the omnipotent to know what I've been living in Incite the inner dissident, get ready for the imminent Ignite the filament that halts you being so indifferent Terror on the terra firma better than a sella Of the guns to little kids instead of love like Barbarella Make it sweet like vanilla, head fillas to big bidders Peace that seek the weak to make them all a big winner My Rasta put up your fist Show that the movement of Rasta exist Fighting for the poor man blowing up your test Stand up for the truth and resist, don't stand for this My Rasta put up your fist Show that the movement of Rasta exist Fighting for the poor man blowing up your test Stand up for the truth and resist, don't stand for this Folk like Rockerfeller, sweatshop sweater instead of knowing better Let themselves get fettered by what make their heart like leather Infiltrate the seller who enslave the good control the weather Making people redder with threats that stop them getting better Concentrating hope, no joke, enter the vortex Reading war text, never writing cheques, getting in debt No more eating up ma cornflakes without known the true contents Never worry about pence, depend on ma own sense Rise like the shine of the rise of the sun As we stand up to not run from Babylon's gun Marching on the fire til the war is won As we stand up to not run from Babylon's gun Rise like the shine of the rise of the sun As we stand up to not run from Babylon's gun Marching on the fire til the war is won As we stand up to not run from Babylon's gun Rise like the shine of the rise of the sun As we stand up to not run from Babylon's gun Marching on the fire til the war is won As we stand up to not run from Babylon's gun Rise like the shine of the rise of the sun As we stand up to not run from Babylon's gun Marching on the fire til the war is won As we stand up to not run from Babylon's gun My Rasta put up your fist Show that the movement of Rasta exist Fighting for the poor man blowing up your test Stand up for the truth and resist, don't stand for this My Rasta put up your fist Show that the movement of Rasta exist Fighting for the poor man blowing up your test Stand up for the truth and resist, don't stand for this My Rasta put up your fist Show that the movement of Rasta exist Fighting for the poor man blowing up your test Stand up for the truth and resist, don't stand for this
Writer(s): Gaudi, Sumati Bhardway Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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