| Long before the river did turn to dust
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| Man and man use to talk and
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| There was plenty food for all of them
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| The herb grew so free
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| We thought we too must be free
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| But now oh how wrong we were
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| We watched the pirates come in
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| Spittin' pon I yard
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| As they tore down head waters
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| Spittin' pon I yard
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| As they tore down back so wall
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| Fear not those who try to steal your culture
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| Stand firm like the bush doctor (x 2)
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| Sail on you feared pirates I say
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| As we’ll be taking our shelter
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| Beneath the young tree
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| Fly on you fallen angels I pray
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| And we’ll be taking our shelter
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| Underneath the young tree
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| Now maybe their ships have gone
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| But mental scares do remain
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| To divide and confuse Jah people
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| Fighting against this reality
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| With their ego power games
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| We knew not how to play
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| They’re running away our culture
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| But I know we will survive
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| Left in I man yard to rebuild up head waters
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| Left in I yard to protecting back o wall
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| Fear not those who try to steal your culture
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| Stand firm like the bush doctor (x 2) |