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Ganja Temple
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Reggae
Ganja Temple was released on July 29, 2025 by ZionRoots as a part of the album Herbwave
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Release DateJuly 29, 2025
LabelZionRoots
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ZionRoots
ZionRoots
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Kirchhefer
Erik Kirchhefer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ZionRoots
ZionRoots
Producer

Lyrics

Nah Nah Nah Smoka spliff ina di nature ya mon
[Verse 1]
Inna di hills, where di sun touch land,
Mi build mi temple wid mi own two hand.
Surrounded by trees, a river run clear,
No noise of machine, only nature mi hear.
Mi light up di fire, mi chant in peace,
Mi bun di herb and mi soul release.
Each draw a journey, each breath a guide,
Mi nuh need no riches when Jah provide.
[Chorus]
Inna Ganja Temple, mi elevate,
Mi nah hesitate fi liberate.
One spliff, one love, mi meditate,
No hate can penetrate.
Inna Ganja Temple, we nah pretend,
From roots to crown, we transcend.
Jah call I, I & I ascend,
Inna sacred fire without end.
[Verse 2]
Dem seh mi mad, dem seh mi lost,
But mi live good without di cost.
No plastic smile, mi nah wear mask,
Mi live free – dat’s mi only task.
Mi chant fi di youth inna Babylon,
Mi tell dem truth dem cyaa unlearn.
But mi nah preach war or fight,
Mi show dem star and guide dem light.
[Bridge]
So mi sit inna silence, deep inna trance,
Mi soul do a mystic dance.
Each leaf a scripture, each puff a psalm,
Mi heart beat steady, mi soul stay calm.
Mi nuh chase fame, mi nuh beg likes,
Mi just walk truth, mi ride mi bike.
With di herb inna mi pack and di drum inna mi soul,
Mi chant fi heal and make dem whole.
[Chorus]
Inna Ganja Temple, mi elevate,
Mi nah rush, mi meditate.
Mi mind pure like spring weh run,
Mi spirit rise up like di sun.
Inna Ganja Temple, mi feel Jah near,
Mi hear di voice only love can hear.
No fear, just clear vibration,
Mi live fi di next generation.
[Verse 3]
Mi see mi bredrin chant inna grove,
Dem foot bare, dem chant in code.
Mi sistren braid up like lioness,
She hold di chalice and smoke di stress.
Di elders speak in ancient tongue,
Dem seh, “Hold firm, yute, yuh journey just begun.”
So mi listen deep, mi humble now,
Mi learn di secrets of di sacred vow.
[Outro]
Now mi rise up from di ground,
Ganja Temple a holy sound.
No concrete, no wall of sin,
Just wind and drum, and truth within.
If yuh seek Jah, come trod dis way,
Mi greet yuh at dawn with a chalice and pray.
Inna dis temple, no man rule,
Just roots, reggae and Rasta school.
Written by: Erik Kirchhefer
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