Lyrics Clean Up Your Heart - Sizzla Kalonji

Clean Up Your Heart

Yeah man.
Bless thy people and seek thine inheritance
Feed them and lift them up also, forevermore…
Nah now-ow!
Oh how!
Oh child from the drugs, stop the abuse
My friend, you going not Jah way, oh gosh yuh lose
Emperor Selassie I !
The Rastaman say clean up yuh heart and come
Yo, you cannot make corruption when ah that Rasta ban
Go clean up your faults and come
Be not hypocrite amongst yourself, African daughters and sons
Go clean up unnu heart and come
Yo, you cannot make corruption when ah that Rasta ban
Go clean up yuh faults and come
Yo!
Ah Babylon, them going down
The whole of them got them one bag of riches with them idol god
Yet shot the ghetto youths and trod the sister like rug
Pretending to be when them not, me know them heart clog
Device and evil mischief, so me know say things bad
Ghetto youths they’re in a gang and ghetto girls they’re in a mob
Unnu tell the ghetto youths about they heritage whey them have
Them can’t dash no salt because they youths them ah no frog
They ghetto youths, them never buy no puss inna no bag
I know Babylon slavery world a government tag
Yow!
nuff ah them ah nyam them hog
In a world of vanity they all get caught
We don’t follow;
Rasta hail Selassie I from unu small
From those who work inna bank, and to those who sleep on sidewalk
From those who drive them car to those who wipe them car glass
Show us love and things go bright
Yow!
true we love on us, so Rasta, Babylon nah stop give we fight yow
Words of thunder coming from we voice
This them can’t stop because it right
You set your laws them so we no fi breach
Ah you ah come class them as gunman and thief
So the youths whey me fi ask them if them never see it
The mystical man when him ah bust through the street
Ah you ah come blast them, yes man top ah we
See it on the place inna Harlem Bobo ah go sweep
Selassie I call them, so me haffi greet
Every little black children, blessed are the meek