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Spit out the truth and get the wicked dem riled Chant out your roots and get the wicked dem riled Over-stand how the past still affects now Over-stand the system works to keep you down Whoa whoa woy Sit down young child or be slain By the words from my mouth yah Nuff a them a cop a dreadlock style And knowing nothing of the Nazarene vow Poppy reggae a get them versatile And money hungry a just find it worthwhile Whoa whoa woy Sit down young child And they're the same ones who curse thy name, Lord Spit out the truth and get the wicked dem riled Chant out your roots and get the wicked dem riled Ras Tafari is a Livity Not a cultural trend So many exploit I Spiritual practice for Their own convenience Can't sit aside and watch them water down Weaken the movement From Pinnacle to Back-O-Wall Who will stand tall to defend All the elder who were massacred in Coral Garden Cause them a Hail Haile Selassie 1st The Con-quering Lion Death before dishonor is the only decision I naw hesitate when it comes to His mission Iyah draw fi the shield and buckler Ram mi sword through pagans Naw be nuh pawn Babylon master of manipulation Masses minds are captivated like Lot's wife in Sodom And them wah dumb down the consciousness from the Youths dem born... GMO food a farm Depopulate with biological weapon Pandemic plan to systematic racism We tell them we can't breathe and yet no one is listening Well revolution is a must I naw be no victim When them sight stars fall from the sky Go and cry to your gods not to I Maga man claim them a Christian then why Do they fall victim to politician lies? Do they not recall what Daniel prophesied? Bowing to the beast, do they not realize? Well run but you can't hide Your kingdom is in the blink of an eye Spit out the truth and get the wicked them riled Chant out your roots and get the wicked them riled Real natives of this land knew what you've defiled Atonement awaits, countdown the sundial And we still ride high Vexed with yourself, you nah vexed with I Go on, trace back your bloodline till it run dry Systemic racism is something they still deny Warnings of their scripture, they turn blind eye Convince yourself of a little white lie Whoa whoa woy See them fuss and fight All the while, system's playing both sides Spit out the truth and get the wicked them riled Chant out your roots and get the wicked them riled
Writer(s): Kerida Shushona Johnson, Steven Rene Jacobo, Tony Ray Jacobo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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