Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Message, artist - Damian Marley. Date of issue: 21.12.2015
Song language: English
The Message |
| Minerals in your soil |
| Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil |
| While history unfolds, don’t let a good thing spoil Oh no, no |
| I apologize, seeing the crime rate rising infinite |
| Everywhere people around me a Drop like fly yet I live in it |
| I look to the sky and ask Almighty when will it finish |
| Is this a sign of the last days, The last few minutes |
| Cause the land overrun with Knives and guns and murderous gimmicks |
| Good people around while bad pree murderous limits |
| I keep my faith and wait cause I know evil can’t win it |
| But this is not the time nor the place for the punks and timid |
| In a world that’s suppose to be peaceful, every little youth turn killa |
| None a dem have respect for the laws of land dem a real blood spilla |
| Them forgot when the parents lay dem down in the beds and pilla |
| Saying son you have to be a Good boy but them get bigger And pull trigger |
| Every question gunshot is the Answer well go figure |
| Them don’t want to dig deep in Their heart searching for the goodness like |
| We a grave digger, well this message from Bunji Garlin and the one Gongzilla |
| Almighty father is telling you |
| There’s music in your soul |
| Minerals in your soil |
| Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil |
| While history unfolds, don’t let a good thing spoil Oh no, no |
| Can I walk the Savannah at least |
| Buy my pholourie in peace Without being trailed by a full detail of ten |
| bodyguard and police |
| Must sum’n inna island breeze |
| Mek violence spread like disease |
| Cause most juvenile guns out and while with no respect for OG’s |
| Can I walk round a Half Way Tree |
| With nobody else but me With Cash inna pocket and nobody a |
| Watch it and nobody a target me |
| Well it must be the deep blue seas tha spread to the bun and the cheese |
| That make everybody up inna the island waan grab up something and squeeze |
| Can you imagine how the sword dem sharp |
| Man a hunt fi the bake and shark |
| Should a heed advice when the place did nice |
| That a before the whole thing start |
| Now every man stop tek talk and every man start think dark |
| Out in the street blood spray like when Juve a morning cork |
| Long time Kingston tell we to put down the gun |
| From Port of Spain to Hellshire |
| Don’t get caught up making people head road round like Michelin tire |
| From grandmother bawl and grandson a fall your soul going to burn in fire |
| Don’t let them get your life and draw your soul like it’s a vampire |
| Don’t let them get your life and draw your soul like it’s a vampire |