Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clean Up Your Heart, artist - Sizzla Kalonji. Album song Maximum Reggae Part One, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 02.10.2011
Record label: Penitentiary
Song language: English
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 |