| Though the wicked persecute I, still my heart has love.
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| Oh my head’s anointed with the powers of love
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| though the wicked persecute I with envy and grudge
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| oh my head’s anointed.
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| There is no room for mistakes, we sailing the tight ship per sure,
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| got the crew, swift to place, oh clear as first.
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| There is no room for mistakes, mama say, sailing the tight ship per sure,
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| got the crew, swift to place, Oh clear as first.
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| Though the wicked persecute I, still my heart just loved.
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| Oh my head’s anointed with the powers of love.
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| though them wicked persecute I with envy and grudge
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| but my head’s anointed.
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| there is no room for mistakes, we sailing the tight ship per sure,
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| got the crew, swift to place, oh clear as first.
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| There is no room for mistakes, papa say, sailing the tight ship per sure,
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| got the crew, swift to place, Oh clear as first
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| Let’s get this ship up in spite of sparking, yeah
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| all hands on deck I say, oh let me sail again
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| lets get this ship up in spite of sparking, yeah
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| all hands on deck I say
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| oh let me, gotta sail again
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| From we a likkle bwoy dem used to grudge we fi we horlicks
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| Nuff a dem no hold no joy dem full bare envy and malice
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| Nuff a dem a get bad mind and saying those arrogant Marleys
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| Them say who Jah bless, no man curse, Babylon is harmless
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| Alright now nuff a dem hard at work, them watching who’s working the hardest
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| Grass hopper jump at anything that scruffle in the grasses
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| Lion dem never yet grudge the other creatures of the forest.
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| What you reap is what you sow, don’t be surprised when we a harvest |