| This is a song to set the record straight
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| Because before long its gonna be too late
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| To save the music from corporate oppression
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| We got to take back the radio stations
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| To all you producers and executives
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| So dedicated to churning out the hits
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| We don’t want to hear no more cheese
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| Auto tune pop bullshit
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| We want the roots not this Jawaiian candy
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| I remember a time we used to sing on the corner for nickels and dimes
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| Now I look around and how everything has changed
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| But somehow the music has always stayed the same throughout the changes
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| And its got me thinking that even when the world all around us is sinking
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| Jah music will always be living going strong
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| Long after humanity has been dead and gone, it will live on
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| And all these records will rot and decay
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| And only the vibrations will remain
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| And if the sound you made was pure and true
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| Your music it will live on long after you
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| So this is a message to you pop singers
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| All who have forgotten your roots and culture
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| This is a reminder
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| A simple thought to ponder
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| Are you yourself or are you just another
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| A beautiful face there on the MTV
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| An original or a carbon copy
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| Are you just one of them
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| Just trying to fit in
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| Is there an original bone in your body?
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| I remember a time when all the musicians would stand outside in a line
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| Just to get a chance to jump up on stage and blow
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| To see if you got the talent to give the people a show
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| Now its just all about who you know
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| Who’s ass you kiss in this puppet show
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| But there’s one thing that all of them don’t know
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| True music can never be bought or sold
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| So if American Idol is your favorite show
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| Well worshiping idols is a big no no
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| Cause if you worship wealth
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| Or if you worship yourself someday soon your true colors are gonna show
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| If glitter and glam is all you desire
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| Then sooner or later you’ll feel the fire
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| Licking up at your heels
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| Burning away all you conceal
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| Revealing the truth that’s hiding in your soul
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| So we give respect to all musicians unchained and free
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| All of them who are playing for the Love and never the Love of money
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| This is a song for you all
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| We’re all one big family
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| Whether you play roots, rock, jazz, blues, hip-hop, or r&b
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| This is a call to the people
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| All the singers and players
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| The poets and painters
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| Dancers and appreciators
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| All who play music for the good of the greater
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| Who know all music comes from Jah the Creator
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| Gotta free up the music
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| Gotta free up the culture
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| And leave these corporate music industry vultures
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| Gotta keep the music pure forever
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| And give the people something fresh and innovative
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| Unexpected and creative
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| Something they can all relate with
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| We gotta mix it up
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| Gotta change it up
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| Rearrange it up
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| And give them lyrics that will make them think cause we are standing on the
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| brink
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| Rastaman, give yourself a pat on the back
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| And pick up the slack
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| Cause we gotta keep on trodding til we reach the Zion heights above
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| And we gotta keep the music flowing in a positive direction
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| Give the people a reflection of Jah Love
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| So man if you ain’t got the message by now
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| Original music is the cat’s meow
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| So turn your radio up
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| And roll your windows down
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| And let the people hear you sing it out loud
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| We got to free up Jah music |