Campyard

Wooo. what a trial that a gwan a Rasta yard
 Look at them a come with the machete and them gun
 Them come. them reap but them no sow it
 What a gwan in the early morning a Rasta ganja field
 Come into the mountains
 Sight I and I grandfather
 Planting marijuana, naw make no war
 Come with your disrespect
 Take away I chalice, carry gone a campyard
 And when you reach the campyard
 You mash-up I kutchie
 And the whole a Rasta weed gone aboard
 You know why?
 If you never sell it
 How come you could a tell I, how much a pound for it?
 Hear this!
 Early, early morning the man them on parade
 Run Rasta, run them a come
 Hide the barn, hide the kutchie!
 Come with your disrespect
 Start boy-up I grandfather
 Hall and pulling all over
 Take away Sister Mary
 From around the fire
 Carry gone a prison??
 Come into the mountains
 Sight I and I grandfather
 Planting marijuana, naw make no war
 I love the birds them
 The birds love the Rasta
 We reap marijuana together
 Why you come to the mountains
 Trouble I and I grandfather?
 Planting marijuana, naw make no war
 We naw run, we naw run!
 Adopted from King Solomon
 This marijuana, granted to the hands of black man
 Now and then we smoke it
 Another time we boil it
 Good for all sickness and pain
 Come into the mountains
 Sight I and I grandfather
 Planting marijuana, naw make no war
 Go back a station, I come to save creation
 Free marijuana at large
 Go back a station, trouble some policeman
 We planting marijuana, naw make no war
 Come into the mountains
 Sight I and I grandfather
 Leave. the trouble naw trouble you
 Stop with your disrespect.