Is it a civic duty of an entire family to dictate the pace of a legacy that only one member of that family created?  We will be addressing the idea behind this question in this entry but before we delve into it, let us detour for a minute.  My love and appreciation for music was instilled in me by the love and music of my father.  At no point did he say to me that you must or have to love music, it came natural.  Music was the bigger brother I didn’t have.  He taught me the ins and outs of a culture I was too young to grasp and understand.  He was always around, day and night and there was a balance in the education I got from my big brother Music.  On Sundays Music was doing his thing on Irie FM, that radio station that has been at the heart and soul of pushing 100% Jamaican music without deviations.  I felt like an old soul then because I was listening to the music of musicians who were 60 years my senior and the content of their music didn’t feel strange, I felt as though I was more than 6 years old.  The ideal of this all is that there was no one group trying to control what the music should be about.  Musicians did music then because they loved it, because they were able to share their fun with the ‘funless’ but most importantly, because they had a message they wanted to spread to and on behalf of the people.

Jamaica has a unique element to it that makes it stand out from so many countries it could easily be lumped with.  That element is the ability to withstand the struggles thrown at it on a daily basis.  There is always a positive taken from those struggles and Jamaican music was conceived, delivered and nurtured from such struggles, hence the reason you could tell what is going on in Jamaica without being a Jamaican or residing in Jamaica.  My bone to pick today is not with Jamaican music in it’s entirety but the Reggae brand of it.  The Dancehall counterpart too needs to be reprimand but not today.  Reggae music was always a multifaceted genre because it spoke of the injustice and the harsh realities of the day which would make anyone pissed and be ready to rebel but it also came with that ingredient to sooth and calm the soul, to remove that rage.  You have heard of so many pioneers of the genre, Peter Tosh, Dennis Brown, Beres Hammond, Burning Spear, Bunny Wailer, and many more, but there is one name that towers above them all, Bob Marley.  The truth of Bob’s true intention to Reggae music has seen mixed reviews.  People hail him as the force behind the genre while a few say that there were others that made him who he was but got little to no recognition and respect for it.  At the end of the day, only a few people will care about the behind-the-scenes element of the music because what ended up on the forefront was quality music, timeless music.  Regardless of who was to be hailed the chief pioneer, the music was REAL because everyone at the time shared that hardship that they poured into the music.  The struggles and hardship those musicians faced was the pressure that create the diamond called Reggae.  Therefore, regardless of who got the most out of music and had the most songs, each musician of that era is an icon because he/she used the only outlet he/she knew to earn and survive to give us quality music.  One thing I can say is that, Bob Marley and his team had that Midas touch because every song penned and strummed was a masterpiece that the world quickly latched on to.  The quality, the frequency and the authenticity created that notoriety for Bob and allowed the world to put a face to the sound called Reggae.  So is Bob Marley the King of Reggae?  If he isn’t, who is?  That is a genuine question from me, not one that identifies my stance.  Really, if Bob isn’t the King and face of the genre who really can he be replaced with?  I will leave that to simmer down as I segue into my grouse.

What is really on my mind?  Over the last decade or less, there has been a whisper in the local music industry about the Marleys try to control and determine what goes on in the Reggae industry.  Outright, I can say that I don’t believe the complaint is legitimate  because the unit is almost non-existent in Jamaica for it to have that control.  What I will say however, from personal experience is that a few members of the unit seem to be interested in the financial aspect of the brand than the good of the music. What exactly am I talking about, just to be brief, people always ask me if I am not worried about getting a letter from the Marleys for using their lyrics on my blog.  I always wonder why they would ask that then they would share their encounters with receiving letters.  Now if there is any truth to this allegation then I wouldn’t want to be Bob in his grave right now because what he created is being used for something else.  Bob didn’t try to dictate anything that happened with anyone else’s music, I think :).  The signs and interviews didn’t tell that story.  What the images reflected is that Bob was all about spreading a message that had to be told. As such, he toured to get his music to the world, not chiefly for financial gain.  If you look at any of his performances you can see the realness in the reality and him giving his all to make sure that he was heard and that the message he had to share was received.

Today’s Jamaican music is losing its uniqueness and that indigenous flavour because the reason behind its creation is changing.  Most musicians today are all about the money, the vanity and the material possessions that they can receive from being a musician and as such the authenticity is quickly disappearing.  They are creating what they think people want to hear and as such they try to fuse the music and ignore the message that needs to accompany the instrumental.  What happens in that regard is that, the success of a song and its artiste is now seen through international success and financial accolades instead of the message and how successfully it was spread.  There are genuine musicians today who have a message but no outlet because their music ‘cannot transcend’.  Where the hell did all that come from?  The power for success lies with the people, the consumers of the music, we determine what we want to hear and not everyone wants to hear the same thing.  In the Caribbean, we tend to want to choose the staying power of music and tell the people what they should listen. The media is so devilish that the media houses are joining in this bullshit.  Every media house wants to compete so they play the same songs all the time until the people become brainwashed and concede.  While all of this is taking place, the world is waiting on that originality that once existed and their patience is receding.  Because of the misconception, the misrepresentation and the misunderstanding of the history of Jamaican music, there are a few misnomers that are floating around.  You don’t have to be a Rasta, you don’t have to be uneducated (institutionally) and you definitely don’t have to be a Jamaican to create Reggae music.

I watched a feature this morning on the 2015 Catch a Fire tour of the US that was being headlined by the Marley and Morgan Heritage family and Tarrus Riley.  Why was the tour named from Bobs albums.  Couldn’t the Marleys create their own unique brand for the tour?  The Marleys were not the only ones/family on the tour so why to try and make it about the Marleys?   Those were my own questions that I don’t need answers to!  The report came with an interview of the headliners and now I get what people are saying about the Marleys.  The issue is not about them controlling the music it’s simply the passion with which they deliver their message.  One thing that stood out from the interview was the need for the originality to go back into Reggae music and the need to reclaim Reggae from the world.  To be very curt, I really and truly don’t blame the world to create their version of Reggae music.  If they are not getting what they are yearning from the hub then might as well create what they want to hear.  So Jamaican musicians need to stop complaining about the world claiming what is theirs.  None of those international Reggae acts claimed the art form as their own and every artiste that was interviewed gave their respect to the pioneers but they also had that zeal and passion that Jamaican musicians are lacking.  International Reggae will never be synonymous to Jamaican Reggae because, in my opinion, the message that exists in the latter comes from a place that cannot be imagined but has to be lived and experienced. A taste of the reality ignites the fire and the passion that makes that message so real.  That is the reason why Gentleman, Collie Buds and Alborosie are so successful and have that connection with the people, because they have taken the time to learn the history and the truth behind the music; more than many local acts.  It is for that same reason and more why Mighty Crown will forever have a place in Jamaicans’ heart and culture; they took the time to be students of the art before they claimed success.  With this said, I think Jamaican musicians need to be thank these international artistes for filling the void that they created.

The next issue I have with these musicians is that the least chance they get they leave Jamaica to reside elsewhere but still want to dictate what goes on in Jamaica, seriously?  Bob toured feverishly but always returned HOME.  In this case, home is not where the heart nor where the greens and money are but where you sweat and toil to make that masterpiece.  Bob didn’t lose sight of his mission, and with this focus he was true to himself.  I have never seen an interview with Bob where he used English or mixed it with Jamaican Creole.  Today, you cant tell the artistes that are Jamaicans because their authentic sound is gone.  What we have now is Jamaicans sounding like internationals and the internationals sounding like Jamaicans.  Who will capture the ears of the people? Ain’t that some shit!

You don’t get to decide what is quality when you reside outside of Jamaica because the true and raw talent is deep within the landscape of Jamaica.  Pay your dues before you try to claim it.  The music industry needs a revamp and a reboot.  Choose that period when Jamaican music was in its purest form and start from there.  Stop clouding the minds of the people letting them think that Reggae lies with a selected few.  Over the last ten years seven of the Grammy awards have gone to Marleys but in a few of those seven years I can point to Reggae albums that were better but were not even nominated.  The one that comes quickly to mind is the My Journey Album  by I Octane, my choice for the best Reggae album of 2014, if you don’t like that then Fly Away Rasta. Did sales depict that, no, was the message A grade, yes.  Which is a more true representation, sales or quality?  At the end of the day, the Grammy Awards is not a true representation of quality so rest assured that there are a few sons and daughters of the soil still in tuned to their soul and that of the people and are determined to keep the message real.

Today, I am not going to feature any local Reggae acts I will give my platform to the rest of the world and I want you to be the judge of where their heart and passion lies.  Do they sound like they are trying to claim Reggae or are they trying to have fun and produce what’s real to them?  People, don’t be tricked, Real Reggae lives and the persons who are flying the banner high are not the ones trying to make a quick buck or claim fame but the ones who have a message to send and want to give a voice to the voiceless.

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TRINIDAD & TOBAGO

 

 

Love Crazy

Jah Melody

Queen of the Minstrel Riddim

2008

 

INTRO

Yeaaa ooh baby
Ohh I’d never leave you baby
VERSE 1
You’re everything a man could want and more
So virtuous so righteous and so pure
I love you no one but you oh baby
You’re the inspiration of my life
Proud mother of my kids
My future wife
I love you, no one but you oh baby

CHORUS
I’m never gonna leave you baby
Your loving drives me crazy
Never gonna leave you baby at all
I’m never gonna leave you baby
Loving drives me crazy
Never gonna leave you baby at all
INTERLUDE
Never gonna leave you lady
No no no no
BRIDGE
Girl you’re everything to me
You spread your love and set me free
I want you to know oohh woooo

CHORUS
I’m never gonna leave you baby
Your loving does drive me crazy
Never gonna leave you baby at all
(never gonna leave yah)
I’m never gonna leave you baby
Loving does drive me crazy
(never gonna leave you baby)
Never gonna leave you baby at all
No no no no now

VERSE 1
You’re everything a man could want and more
So virtuous so righteous and so pure
I love you no one but you oh baby

CHORUS
I’m never gonna leave you baby
(I’m never gonna leave yah)
Your loving does drive me crazy
(no ooooh)
Never gonna leave you baby at all
(never gonna leave ya you’re everything to me baby)
I’m never gonna leave you baby
Loving does drive me crazy
Never gonna leave you baby at all
(never gonna leave ya lady)
Never never gonna leave ya
(no no no no no no no no no no no)
You’re everything baby you’re everything baby

 SONG ENDS

 

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GUYANA

 

Life Be Same

Natural Black

Istanbul Riddim

2007

 

INTRO

Some of the things that I’ve been through, Yeah
Some of the things that I’ve been through, Yeah
Whoooa yeah hey hey yeah,yea yea,

Hellooo whooa whooa,whoa whoa yea yeaa, heay hay

VERSE 1
I know you know
Some of the things that I’ve been through, yeah
So I hope you’ve heard
All these words I’ve said to you
Many a times
Questions in my head
But when it’s time to ask them
I get scared, yeah

CHORUS
Would life be the same way
For baby yea yeaa
Who was born from a lady yeaaa
Who’s half-crazy yea yeaaa
Would life be the same way
For baby yea yeaa
Who has no food from yesterday
Can’t find that hey

VERSE 2
Can’t afford to let the system
Drive me mad
And if my brother wisen up from being a victim
I’ll be glad
You may not be lucky, lucky
Like Richard, yeah, like Richard, yeah
Thats why mi tek it easy
Ina mi slippas, ina mi slippas, hey

CHORUS
Would life be the same way
For baby yea yeaa
Who was born from a lady yeaaa
Who’s half-crazy yea yeaaa
Would life be the same way
For baby yea yeaa
Who has no food from yesterday
Can’t find that hey

VERSE 3
Children spun oh yes we need that
Make no sense try holding me back
His Majesty already told me that
Listen more and slowly chat yeaaa
So be strong
And let your conscious set you free
Do no wrong
Never reach back for me

CHORUS
Would life be the same way
For baby yea yeaa
Who was born from a lady yeaaa
Who’s half-crazy yea yeaaa
Would life be the same way
For baby yea yeaa
Who has no food from yesterday
Can’t find that hey

Would life be the same way
For baby yea yeaa
Who was born from a lady yeaaa
Who’s half-crazy yea yeaaa
Would life be the same way
For baby yea yeaa
Who has no food from yesterday
Can’t find that hey

VERSE 1
I know you know
Some of the things that I’ve been through, yeah
So I hope you’ve heard
All these words I’ve said to you
Many a times
Questions in my head
But when it’s time to ask them
I get scared, yeah

 

CHORUS
Would life be the same way
For baby yea yeaa
Who was born from a lady yeaaa
Who’s half-crazy yea yeaaa
Would life be the same way
For baby yea yeaa
Who has no food from yesterday
Can’t find that hey

 

SONG ENDS

 

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Hippie Bus

Dodo

2015

 

INTRO

Hey, egal öb Du im Stau stahsch oder mit dire Frau is Blaue fahrsch

Pump das Volume voll ume!

 

VERSE 1

Är isch hellblau

Und hätt es Peace uf de Bruscht, liecht verroschtet wiener dur die Strasse kurvt

Chunnt nüme so liecht jede Pass duruf

Derfür isch sin Bass gnueg luut

Er isch en rollende Ghettoblaster

Beschallt all Ohre uf dene Strasse

Egal öb Asphalt, Beton oder Pflaschter – Musig isch sis einzige Laschter

Und dräit er sis Volume bis as Limit uf, egal wele Weg er nimmt, es lauft ds richtige Stuck und haltet d Schmieri ihn ah und er wird inspiziert, findets nume Love und Peace in ihm drin

 

CHORUS

Ich sitze im mim Hippie Bus, Hippie Bus, d Fänschter sind dune, linggi Arm isch duss

I mim Hippie Bus, Hippie Bus,

Die einzig Farb wo bestaht isch Tinnitus

Wil är pumpt das Volume, pumpt, pumpt das Volume. Fahri mit däm ume dänn pumpt är Volume. Pump das Volume, pump, pump das Volume, voll ume!

 

VERSE 2

Är weiss das mer mit Musig besser durs Läbe fahrt drum isch s Türschti a ihm sini Sound Alag

PS und Felge sind für ihn Näbesach, lieber en fette Sound groove im Handschuefach

Und hindeinne gits kei Puff ussert Uspuff. De Sitz usklappe plus Luftmatratze das isch Luxus

Wil wämmer müed isch sött me nüme fahre, und wämmer verruckt wird sött me Liebi mache

Är isch es Love Mobile, das isch sicher. Hey! Häsch es eimal gmacht wetsch es immer wider

Är isch mit allne vier Reder uf em Bode blibe und trotzdem schweb ich uf Wolke sibe

 

CHORUS

Ich sitze im mim Hippie Bus, Hippie Bus, d Fänschter sind dune, linggi Arm isch duss

I mim Hippie Bus, Hippie Bus,

Die einzig Farb wo bestaht isch Tinnitus

Wil är pumpt das Volume, pumpt, pumpt das Volume. Fahri mit däm ume dänn pumpt är Volume. Pump das Volume, pump, pump das Volume, voll ume!

 

BRIDGE

Wil er macht kes Tamtam

Aha, brucht kes Tumtum, aha fahrt der Strass nah wenn’s si muess bis London

Das Strasseverchehrsamt luegt ihm under d Hube wil ich in ihm verchert han chumi under d Hube

Stane im Standesamt, hör ihn dusse hupe, min tröi Trauzüge, är hät mich verkupplet

Drucke jetz uf d Tube, ab id Flitterwuche! Hey!

Pump das Volume, pump, pump das Volume. Hippie Bus, Hippie Bus, d Fänschter sind dune, lingge Arm isch duss.

CHORUS

I mim Hippie Bus, Hippie Bus, die einzig Farb wo bestaht isch Tinnitus. Wil är pumpt das Volume, pumpt, pumpt das Volume. Fahri mit däm ume dänn pumpt är Volume. Ja! Pump das Volume, pump, pump das Volume, voll ume!

Ich sitze im ne Hippie Bus, Hippie Bus, ich ga duruf, durab, über alli Berge…

SONG ENDS

 

TRANSLATION (A very Special Thank you to Danae)

 

Hippie Bus

Dodo

INTRO

Hey, never mind if you are stuck in a jam or driving into the blue with your girl

Pump (up) that volume!

 

VERSE 1

It is light blue and has a peace sign on its chest,

Slightly rusted as it curves through these streets

Doesn’t get over every pass no more

But instead its bass is loud enough

It is a rolling ghetto blaster

It treats with sound all ears in the street

No matter whether on asphalt, concrete or paving – music is its only vice

And it turns up its volume to the top

Never mind what road it takes, the right track is always playing (on?)

And when the police stops it and it’s being inspected, they will only find love and peace in it

 

CHORUS

I’m sitting in my hippie bus

Hippie bus,

The windows are open (down) the left arm is out

In my hippie bus

Hippie bus,

The only color (paint) that persists is tinnitus

Because it pumps (up) the volume, pumps, pumps (up) the volume

When I drive it it pumps (up) the volume. Pump (up) the volume, pump, pump (up) the volume, all up

 

VERSE 2

It knows that with music you get along better in life

So the most expensive thing it has is its sound system

HP and rims are minor matters for it

Preferable to play (groove) a fat sound in the glove compartment

And in the back there is no trouble(puff) but exhaust

The seat folded down plus the air mattress are luxury

Because when you’re tired you shouldn’t drive no more and when you’re angry you should make love

It is a love mobile, that’s for sure

Hey, if you did it once you want to do it over and over again

It has its four wheels on the ground, yet still I am on cloud nine (cloud 7 J)

 

CHORUS

I’m sitting in my hippie bus

Hippie bus,

The windows are open (down) the left arm is out

In my hippie bus

Hippie bus,

The only color (paint) that persists is tinnitus

Because it pumps (up) the volume, pumps, pumps (up) the volume

When I drive it it pumps (up) the volume. Pump (up) the volume, pump, pump (up) the volume, all up

 

BRIDGE

It doesn’t make no fuzz huhu

Doesn’t need no fuzz

Follows the road till London if necessary

The road traffic licensing department looks under its hood

Because I had intercourse (run/drive) in it

I will get married (to get under the hood)

Standing in the civil registry office I hear it hoot outside

My faithful groomsman

He has hooked me up  now I blow the horn, off to my honeymoon. Hey!

 

CHORUS

I’m sitting in my hippie bus

Hippie bus,

The windows are open (down) the left arm is out

In my hippie bus

Hippie bus,

The only color (paint) that persists is tinnitus

Because it pumps (up) the volume, pumps, pumps (up) the volume

When I drive it it pumps (up) the volume. Pump (up) the volume, pump, pump (up) the volume, all up

 

I sit in a hippie bus, hippie bus, go uphill, downhill, over all mountains…
SONG ENDS

 

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Dem Gone

Gentleman

Dem Gone Riddim

2002

 

INTRO

Jah Jah is real

Jah Jah is real

 

CHORUS

Dem gone so far away, dem gone
The whole a dem ago regret it one day
Dem gone so far away, dem gone
The whole a dem ago regret it one day

 

VERSE 1

Every day you get up and you wish to have a meal
Now you get a cut and you wish to have it heal
And still you cannot accept that Jah Jah is real
Tell me Mr.Man what’s the deal

You say you have everything sign and seal
Thought you won the case but not you a appeal
You are di one who couldn’t hear  now you di one to feel
Evidently clear we choppin’ down yu shield

Dem ain’t going nowhere no time soon
Dem corrupt the east and now dem turning to the moon
Planting yu garden and wish that it will bloom
Still yu singing Satan tunes

 

CHORUS

Dem gone so far away, dem gone
The whole a dem ago regret it one day
VERSE 2

Mother Earth was meant for man and woman to stay
Me find out nuf a dem drifting away
Children can’t even find a place fi play
Birds can’t find no seeds, horses no hay

I see the weavers weaving but dem income delay
Still me see dem searching for a brighter day
And now me come fi give it to you right away
Do you hear what I say

 

CHORUS

Dem gone, so far away

Dem gone
The whole a dem ago regret it one day
So gone,  so far away

Dem gone
The whole a dem ago regret it one day

 

VERSE 3

Waapm den

Gi mi di mic de for a moment make me talk to dem
And watch the Eden dem a scatter when we walk to dem
And if you know you a no guilty stand up and don’t you run

No No
To all my foes and friends

You may live to see today but you no know the end
Just read the writings on the wall, is a message we send
And Babylon will never live to stop the rising of Jah son
Jah Jah is real

Jah Jah is real

 

CHORUS

Dem gone, so far away

Dem gone
The whole a dem ago regret it one day
Dem gone, so far away

Dem gone
The whole a dem ago regret it one day

 

Jah Jah is real

Jah Jah is real

 

SONG ENDS

 

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Kingston Town

Alborosie

2008

 

CHORUS

Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town
Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town
VERSE 1
Some man have no manners, still a try fi beg a thing
If you no drop no green, a straight up diss singting
Sun a bun traffic, it’s a slow riddim
JCF a move rough, dem bus’ di M16
Some man a drive up an dung, dem have di latest ting
Machine fit inna dem jeans a show off girls and bling
Smell of marijuana round di corner dem juggling
One mad man get him food straight outta di garbage bin hey!

CHORUS

Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town
Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town

Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town
Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town
VERSE 2
Dis a di gun land
Blood run cold blood pan di white sand
Concrete a bun but some
Babylon boy dem kill a youth an one old woman a chant song
While a next set a monster di rat-ta-ta-tan-ta
Dem dig more grave than rooms up a Hilton
Small community get wash up by a blood stan
Every weekend same routine wah yu function
Pusha dem gun more dead than 911 destruction hey!

CHORUS

Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town
Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town
VERSE 3
Di gyal dem pants tight like rubber suit
Under dem blouse one tiny something hide up perfect boobs
Dem always a smile if you go pay di I
Dem a go play you one trick if you a mama’s boy
It’s a tough man town, there’s no crown and no throne
It a go lick you down, with a, dancehall soun’
If you a stranger and you drive, mek sure you know the route
You don’t wanna get salute by a, gun dispute

CHORUS

Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town
Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town

Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town
Stibili dung dung

Stibili dung dung
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston Town

 

SONG ENDS

 

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Tomorrow’s Another Day

Collie Buddz

Doctor Bird Riddim

2007

 

VERSE 1

Girl I know you’ve got some issues
Yeah I
And I’d never try to diss you
No, no, no,
And no one knows the life you’ve been through
Oh Lord
So I’m just here to wish you the very best ina life

CHORUS
The way you moving naa go get you nowhere
Tomorrows another day
Tomorrows another day
Where you going naa go take you nowhere
So I just want you to be prepared
Cause judgment a come
VERSE 2
No tell me it’s a money thing
Weh yu a talk bout
Pretty woman like you could a get anything
How you supposed fi search for your king
When you’re addicted, fi see di money bling
Girl child
Angel me waa yu spread yu wing
Yu no listen Lauren Hill when she a talk bout say dis thing
Yu no frightened fi see what this carry go bring come my dear

Mi nah waa yu feel di sting,
Kaa

CHORUS
The way you moving naa go get you nowhere
Tomorrows another day
Tomorrows another day
Where you going naa go take you nowhere
So I just want you to be prepared
When  judgment a come
VERSE 3
I guess it’s just the life you chose
Yu legs open dem never close
Sopm like dem ada
Pan the path of life so many roads
That’s why it hurt me heart fi see yu pan di corner a pose
Dem a throw yu dollar bills fi take off yu clothes
Yu wonder why no one’s  there to send yu rose
I guess its just how it goes
Living yu life like yu lost girl
I suppose
So

CHORUS
The way you moving naa go get you nowhere
Tomorrows another day
Tomorrows another day
Where you going naa go take you nowhere
So I just want you to be prepared
Cause judgment a come
The way you moving naa go get you nowhere
Tomorrows another day
Tomorrows another day
Where you going naa go take you nowhere
So I just want you to be prepared
Cause judgment a come
SONG ENDS

 

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GUINEA & FRANCE

 

Chosen One

Lyricson

2009

 

INTRO

Kill dutty Babylon

 

VERSE 1

I will never give away my soul

Never

Tell dem Jah is there and got dem under control

Day and night

Wicked man head hafi go roll

No matter how big and bold

I tell dem again

I will never give away my soul

Never

Tell dem Jah is there and got dem under control

Day and night

Wicked man head hafi go roll

Kyaa say yu never been told

 

CHORUS

We keep on moving

Babylon couldn’t stop di warriors we are di chosen ones

Keep on shining

Just like the stars the moon and di sun

We keep on moving

Babylon couldn’t stop di warriors we are di chosen ones

Keep on shining

Just like the stars the moon and di sun

 

VERSE 2

Well dis a right over wrong

We hafi stand strong

No knives no gun

A just di fire we a bun

Trying to get we dung

Trying to waste Selassie ground

Kyaa push wi around

Bun a wicked Vatican

And there is no giving up giving up giving up

Won’t see me surrender

No no no giving up giving up giving up

By the powers of Jah all di wicked get conquer

 

CHORUS

We keep on moving

Babylon couldn’t stop di warriors we are di chosen ones

Keep on shining

Just like the stars the moon and di sun

We keep on moving

Babylon couldn’t stop di warriors we are di chosen ones

Keep on shining

Just like the stars the moon and di sun

Keep on shining

Mama Ethiopia brothers and sun

 

VERSE 3

Kya tek fi hear dem cry cry cry cry

Kyaa let dem fight fight fight fight

Kyaa see dem die die die die

Children of Selassie I

Wana see dem rise rise rise rise

Wana see dem strive strive strive strive

Wana see di youths dem survive

Babylon dem kyaa stop di youths dem from climb

 

Repeat VERSE 1

I will never give away my soul

Never

Tell dem Jah is there and got dem under control

Day and night

Wicked man head hafi go roll

No matter how big and bold

I tell dem again

I will never give away my soul

Never

Tell dem Jah is there and got dem under control

Day and night

Wicked man head hafi go roll

Kyaa say yu never been told

 

CHORUS

We keep on moving

Babylon couldn’t stop di warriors we are di chosen ones

Keep on shining

Just like the stars the moon and di sun

We keep on moving

Babylon couldn’t stop di warriors we are di chosen ones

Keep on shining

Mama Ethiopia brothers and sun

 

VERSE 4

They always try to make you fall and stumble

Be as strong as the lion in the jungle

Fi di youths dem future mi se fi set an example

Hypocrites and parasite mi se di whole a dem fi get trample

Righteousness is what the ghetto youths claim

Step pan di riches and mi step pan di fame

Waa si my people free fram di shackles and di chain

Judgement a drop pan di wicked like rain

 

CHORUS

Keep on moving

Babylon couldn’t stop di warriors we are di chosen ones

Keep on shining

Just like the stars the moon and di sun

Keep on moving

Babylon couldn’t stop di warriors we are di chosen ones

Keep on shining

Mama Ethiopia brothers and sun

We keep on moving

Babylon couldn’t stop di warriors we are di chosen ones

Keep on shining

Just like the stars the moon and di sun

We keep on moving

Babylon couldn’t stop di warriors we are di chosen ones

Keep on shining

Mama Ethiopia brothers and sun

 

Repeat VERSE 2

Well dis a right over wrong

We hafi stand strong

No knives no gun

A just di fire we a bun

Trying to get we dung

Trying to waste Selassie ground

Kyaa push wi around

Bun a wicked Vatican

And there is no giving up giving up giving up

Won’t see me surrender

No no no giving up giving up giving up

By the powers of Jah all di wicked get conquer

 

I will never give away my soul

Never

Tell dem Jah is there and got dem under control

A tell dem again

I will never give away my soul

Never

Tell dem Jah is there and got dem under control

Heads a go roll

 

SONG ENDS

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