Herby

Rasta say smoke smoke
 I mon say smoke smoke
 Sisters say smoke smoke
 Idrens say smoke smoke
 Light up your ganja marijuana
 Light up your ganja marijuana
 The herb was rooted off Solomon's grave
 Him was the wisest king who ever did live
 You know say knotty dreads them grown on the top of his head. Head, his head
 You know the ignorant them say we impure
 Commercials lie about the weed that's for sure
 Media propaganda we nah want it no more, no more
 Rasta say smoke smoke
 I mon say smoke smoke
 Sisters say smoke smoke
 Idrens say smoke smoke
 Light up your ganja marijuana
 Light up your ganja marijuana
 In the higher of places
 All them want is war
 In the higher of places
 All them crave is power
 Let it ease your mind
 Let the herb ease your mind
 Rasta say smoke smoke
 I mon say smoke smoke
 Sisters say smoke smoke
 Idrens say smoke smoke
 Light up your ganja marijuana
 Light up your ganja marijuana
 In the early of the morning
 In the midday sun
 In the stillness of night
 When the herb is ripe
 Smoke smoke, smoke smoke
 Smoke smoke