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
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
And the whole a Rasta weed gone aboard
How come you could a tell I, how much a pound for it?
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
Sight I and I grandfather
Planting marijuana, naw make no war
We reap marijuana together
Why you come to the mountains
Trouble I and I grandfather?
Planting marijuana, naw make no war
Adopted from King Solomon
This marijuana, granted to the hands of black man
Good for all sickness and pain
Sight I and I grandfather
Planting marijuana, naw make no war
Go back a station, I come to save creation
Go back a station, trouble some policeman
We planting marijuana, naw make no war
Sight I and I grandfather
Leave. the trouble naw trouble you
Stop with your disrespect.