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
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
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
