Oh jah forgive i i have sinned
I saw two Rastas looking on
Their shoes and took them to
Place in da bin with surprise
They look in my eyes to ask if
I was dim I had to remind dem
That from the past is where I
Did begin with no compromise
I reach here not showing any
Fear I cut off my hair for locks
Like dem is a sin when underneath
Is nothing but pride and solitude
No longer Rasta you think your
A dude and sell weed only raping
Our kin of their innocence you
Come with that pretence that
Man has to make a living when
It’s your own your killing with
Skunk and the rest of it’s fren
Oh jah forgive I i have sinned

Advertisements