When the whole world lets you down

Respect the Father of the prophet Moses and Abraham.You have to respect the Father of Jacob and Solomon.Respect the creator of many nations.He make the birds, He make the bees, the fishes of the ocean. And fossil them together with His mighty hand. He made the man, He made woman, children the future of the land.So who is due to disrespect the creator man?Seventy-two nation bow down and crown Him conquering one.It would be beautiful in the sight of Jah the Holy One,to see the unification of my nation.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I SANG OUT OF TUNEWOULD YOU STAND UP AND WALK OUT ON MELEND ME YOUR EARS AND I'LL SING YOU A SONGI WILL TRY NOT TO SING OUT OF KEY
I GET BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDSI JUST KEEP TRYING WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDSI WANT TO GET HIGH WITH MY FRIENDSI JUST HOLD ON WITH MY FRIENDSWHAT DO I DO WHEN MY LOVE IS AWAY(DOES IT WORRY YOU TO BE ALL ALONE)HOW DO I FEEL BY THE END OF THE DAY(ARE YOU SAD BECAUSE YOUR ON YOUR OWN)

So if you are the big treeWe are the small axeReady to cut you down (well sharp)To cut you down

Stop that train: I'm leavin' - today!Stop that train: I'm leavin' - anyway!Stop that train: I'm leavin'. And I said:It won't be too long whether I'm right or wrong;I said, it won't be too long whether I'm right or wrong.All my good life I've been a lonely man,Teachin' my people who don't understand;And even though I tried my best,I still can't find no happiness.

  Singers smoke itAnd players of instruments too  That\'s the best thing you can doDoctors smoke itNurses smoke itJudges smoke itEven the laywers too  It\'s good for the fluIt\'s good for asthmaGood for tuberculosisEven umara composis  Birds eat itAnd they love itFowls eat itGoats love to play with it

We-e-e-e-e-ell, I feel so high, I even touch the skyAbove the fallin' rain!I feel so good in my neighbourhood,So: here I come again!

Christopher Columbus is a damblasted liar  Yes Jah!He say 'im dat he's the first oneWho discovered JamaicaI and I say datWhat about de Arawak IndiansAnd those few black men who were down dere before 'im?

This morning I woke up in a curfew;O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!Could not recognize the faces standing over me;They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality. Eh!How many rivers do we have to cross,Before we can talk to the boss? Eh!All that we got, it seems we have lost;We must have really paid the cost.

....tu hum aj  apriišiejt end rispekt  abav ol....
You satisfy my soul (satisfy my soul);You satisfy my soul (satisfy my soul).Every little action (satisfy my soul),there's a reaction (satisfy my soul).Oh, can't you see what you've done for me, oh, yeah!I am happy inside all - all of the time. Wo-oo-o-oo!
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Ev'rytime I hear the crack of a whip,My blood runs cold.I remember on the slave ship,How they brutalize the very souls.Today they say that we are free,Only to be chained in poverty.Good God, I think it's illiteracy;It's only a machine that makes money.Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all.

You see men sailing on their ego tripsBlast off on their space shipMillion miles from realityNo care for you, no care for meSo much trouble in the world now

New waveNew wave, new crazeNew wave, new crazeNew wave, new crazeLet me tell youWe're going to the partyAnd I hope you are hardySo please don't be naughtyFor it's a punky reggae partyNew waveNew wave, new crazeNew wave, new craze!Tell you what!It Take a joyful soundTo make a world go 'roundCome with your heart and soulCome 'a come and rock your boat Cause it's a punky reggae partyAnd it's tonightit's a punky reggae partyAnd it's alrightWailers still be thereThe Jam, The Dammed, The ClashWailers still be thereDr. Feelgood too, oohNo boring all farts No boring all farts No boring all farts will be thereNo boring all farts No boring all farts No boring all farts will be thereYeah, it's the punky reggae partyAnd it's tonightPunky reggae partyAnd it's alright

Jamajka
limunov sok3 dela smedjeg rumatresnje za ukus2 dela secera4 dela izdrobljenog ledaspric angustura puteraPripremanje: Sve dobro promuckati, sipati u visoke case i ukrasiti tresnjom.

Rat raceI'm singingWhen the cats awayThe mice will playPolitical voilence fill ya cityYea-ah!Don't involve Rasta in your say sayRasta don't work for no C.I.A.

JAH would never give the power to a baldheadRun come crucify the dreadTime alone, oh! time will tellThink you're in heaven, but you living in hell