| Mi tek off mi land down now in Jamaica
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| Callaloo, di box juice, and di sensimillia
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| Givin' thanks and praise to almighty Jah Jah
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| Glad fi reach now mi safe, mi have fi seen mi father
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| Di sun it a beat and mi a get well para
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| Cause a many many tings a di Yoot man, now I would like to know
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| Was he fat, was he slim, did he drink or did he smoke?
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| These are di type a di tings a weh a di Yoot, man a want fi know
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| It’s been eleven long years
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| Since mi seen mi father, ay ay mi father
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| Thank God, bless God
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| Mi a go see mi father
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| Now mi know mi reach know mi know mi safe
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| Now mi see mi father a come
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| Cause a many many years since him gone
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| When him tek a tek a house and land
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| Fi go better himself, big up himself
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| For weh him did dream a weh did he plan
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| Cause di ting I remember di most
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| He was ambitious man
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| So him build up a house, build up a land
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| Buy up a car and a minivan
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| Fi go settle himself and a wait fi di day
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| When a Yoot man come along
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| So everything set, everything fly
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| Now mi know cool and go blow my mind
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| Because mi ready fi go see my father
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| And dat’s di only thing upon my mind |