| Oh Jah, who makes my joys come over.
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| Oh Jah, bless your sons and daughters.
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| Oh Jah, my maker, my creator.
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| Oh Jah, who saves me from the vulture.
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| Open their eyes and let them heed the warning.
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| Let them see the FIRE is still burning.
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| Wicked men don’t you know,
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| judgement is at your door,
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| Jah will be there to even the SCORE.
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| And all the evil things you do,
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| to the weak the humble and poor,
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| right now poor people can’t take no more.
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| Oh Jah, who makes my joys come over.
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| Oh Jah, bless your sons and daughters.
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| Oh Jah, my maker, my creator.
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| Oh Jah, who saves me from the vulture.
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| Keep me strong, lest I lose my culture.
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| One thing I’d really love to see,
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| is peace and harmony,
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| all people living in unity.
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| I want the whole world to know,
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| how much I love Jah so,
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| I’ll sing out his praises where ever I GO.
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| Oh Jah, who makes my joys come over. |