Close up your two ear, absorb through your third eye
Tis I
Masai descendant rastafari uprooted from foundations
Alienated in the new world
marginalised by contemporaries
And facing extinction
True de I
true to de I
whatever the direction
of civilisation
seeking Zion
through the radial entrapment of Babylon
The flaying fibre of the family torn from our bosom
to roam in the swamp of woe
a nomad
without patronage
and one would've thought that after all this time
my star would shine
in line with the nine
that orbit the sun
and Jah will be done
on earth
as it is in heaven
Because its been so long since there's been universal inity among bredren
My people extend rods
to trendy gods
in cliques grouping the strength of the weak
sapped through malaise
into songs of praise
but I've ceased
to indulge the beast
from the fat man
to the vat man
With some regret
I grant, I sweat
injustices
though status is what status quo is
The white eye got the green eye and wet red hands
Behold the gun, they stole the drum,
and yellow earth that mirrored the sunnow the aboriginal and the Navaho of Gad are all gone
And they would do a biopsy in my soul in an effort to own it
But i'n I psychic is I 'n I sidekick
and you can no more penetrate
divinity than you can separate wet from water
I was a million of us though now I am a hundred walking in the unswerving path of righteousness
ambushed and discredited by instigators of perpetrators bribed to take the road more commercial than controversial
since the I a response with livity not hate
so they don't need to ship coke and murder folk like the FBI in 68
All counter action done get kill out with guerrilla faction , overruled by inocuosnous of Jewish masons and screwface superclass to curb the itinuation of the internal I ; the mineral of die-hard revolution because our spirit is embedded in the groin of delayed justice
nourished on the black milk of aborted time until the colour of a man's skin is of no more significance
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