In His Own Words

Jah told you in his own words
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 And I'll see you through
 To guide you through this cold world
 And I'll see you through
 Jah told you in his own words
 And I'll see you through
 To guide you through this cold world
 And I'll see you through
 Two steps away from death, a vest and a holster
 I detest detectives arresting us over
 Weapons possession, they was checking the Rover
 Inspecting the tattoos on my neck and my shoulder
 How many times I'm one of six coffin-holders
 Or sitting with goons in a visiting room
 Flip it, I could've been you
 Behind state walls bidding
 These are the things that a G pray for, acquit us
 A little stash in the safe or a little shorty to wait for
 Or a shorty to take the weight for him
 What really did I escape from?
 Thought I saw God's face on the design on my vintage Claiborne
 Swear I see em every day in the bus or the train
 Or the billboards out there that hang tall
 I still give thanks for him, have faith for him
 No matter what his name's called
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 Hey can you think of a colour that you've never seen?
 Can you reminisce on places you've never been?
 Well is many are called
 But them never deemed
 Worthy for the cause
 Cause them never clean
 Help who help themselves
 Jah nuh raffle dream
 That's why me chummy with Jah Jah
 Like a Cherubim
 Keep us strong through the winter like an Evergreen
 And all of us are more connected than it ever seems
 All things are related and creation is a package
 Generate together and we increase the wattage
 A how them a go manage?
 Tell Babylon them can't do Rasta damage
 Nor stop we through the passage
 Jah did make a promise, God is always honest
 Always keep his word, don't care what the plan is
 Don't be astonished
 Stumbling bocks vanish
 One day the meek gonna live inna di palace, Woah!
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 Some people ask me if I feel the zionists are real
 And in my songs do I plan to expose and reveal
 Word to the curb that's under these chrome wheels
 My homies is only ones I'm taking care of
 But severe reality starts to become more clear
 And these know-it-all rappers have become more weird
 As if they were superior and fans are inferior
 How I balance between the streets and the theories of
 Collegiate literature, I hold mirrors up
 Give combinations of pain, joy, fear, and love
 Through my perspective I can see Jah reflection
 In the highest definition getting high with my brethren
 Could've asked us why Africans dying from circumcision
 They lack proper surgeons, suffer malnutrition
 Underestimate the wealth of their own wisdom
 It's like it's been exchanged for this penicillin