In His Own Words (feat. Stephen Marley)

Jah told you in his own words And I'll see you through To guide you through this cold world And I'll see you through Jah told you in his own words And I'll see you through To guide you through this cold world And I'll see you through Two steps away from death, a vest and a holster I detest detectives arresting us over Weapons possession, they was checking the Rover Inspecting the tattoos on my neck and my shoulder How many times I'm one of six coffin-holders Or sitting with goons in a visiting room Flip it, I could've been you Behind state walls bidding These are the things that a G pray for, acquit us A little stash in the safe or a little shorty to wait for Or a shorty to take the weight for him What really did I escape from? Thought I saw God's face on the design on my vintage Claiborne Swear I see em every day in the bus or the train Or the billboards out there that hang tall I still give thanks for him, have faith for him No matter what his name's called Hey can you think of a colour that you've never seen? Can you reminisce on places you've never been? Well is many are called But them never deemed Worthy for the cause Cause them never clean Help who help themselves Jah nuh raffle dream That's why me chummy with Jah Jah Like a Cherubim Keep us strong through the winter like an Evergreen And all of us are more connected than it ever seems All things are related and creation is a package Generate together and we increase the wattage A how them a go manage? Tell Babylon them can't do Rasta damage Nor stop we through the passage Jah did make a promise, God is always honest Always keep his word, don't care what the plan is Don't be astonished Stumbling bocks vanish One day the meek gonna live inna di palace, Woah! Some people ask me if I feel the zionists are real And in my songs do I plan to expose and reveal Word to the curb that's under these chrome wheels My homies is only ones I'm taking care of But severe reality starts to become more clear And these know-it-all rappers have become more weird As if they were superior and fans are inferior How I balance between the streets and the theories of Collegiate literature, I hold mirrors up Give combinations of pain, joy, fear, and love Through my perspective I can see Jah reflection In the highest definition getting high with my brethren Could've asked us why Africans dying from circumcision They lack proper surgeons, suffer malnutrition Underestimate the wealth of their own wisdom It's like it's been exchanged for this penicillin