'Til I'm Laid To Rest

Buju Banton

Composición de: Bobby Dixon/Mark Myrie
'Til I'm laid to rest Always be depressed 
There's no life in the West 
I know the East is the best 
All the propaganda they spread 
Tongues will have to confess 

I'm in bondange living is a mess 
I've got to rise up alleviate the stress 
No longer will I expose my weakness 
He who seeks knowledge begins with humbleness 
Work 7 to 7 but I'm still penniless 
All the food upon my table Massa God Bless 
Holler for the needy and shelterness 
Ethiopia awaits all prince and princess 


What could be so bad about the East 
Everybody wants a piece 
Africa for Africans 
Marcus Mosiah speak 
Unification outnumbers defeat 
What a day when we walk down Redemption Street 
Banner on heads bible in our hands 
One and all lets trod the promised land 
Buju go down a congo 
Stopped in Sashamanne Land 
The city of Harrare where Selassie come from 
In Addis Abbaba then Botswana 
Left Kenya end up in Ghana 
Oh what a beauty my eyesight behold 
Only Ethiopia protect me from the cold 

Chorus 

Organize and centralize come as one 
Our seeds shall be so many more than sand 
Some new and replenish pure and clean heart 
Far too long we've been under this bond 
Some a save a bag a riches 
Yet they die empty hand 
Go on saying I'm stupid and laugh all you can 
Easier for a caller to go through a needle eye 
Than a rich man to enter Zion 
Take it from I man 
So
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