Lyricson - Suburb Politician текст песни

Blessed be the almighty creator !

You must be wise, think twice

Inna their babylon city of vice
Where all hypocrites and parasites try their best to get you down
Youths don't be no fool, know the rules
Or you shall get screwed, rude rude
Rastafari na go fall inna the dark side
Mount Zion is our direction

I am a suburb politician
Sharing my views with the old or young ones
Everyone wants to know the right direction
Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion
A suburb politician
Sharing my views with the old or young ones
Everyone wants to know the right direction
Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion

The gap gets wide between rich and poor
Empty bellys suffer hunger like never before
So me ask Jah why nuff love remain silent
Cause them no like to hear the youth express them talents

Just while the whole a dem the heathens and the pagans
nah care the part speaking of the fire of the judgement
Me beg the youth fi stand firm and valiant
leave all pressions, check Jah commandments
And be not like them all those worshippers of evil
Rasta show the right example !

A suburb politician
Sharing my views with the old or young ones
Everyone wants to know the right direction
Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion
A suburb politician
Sharing my views with the old or young ones
Everyone wants to know the right direction

Mount Zion is my destination

I-Man a come to defend
Your own rights of expressions my friends
The liberties of Likkle children
Babylon will take that away from you without a share
And there is no doubt, deep down ina me rasta mind
That some day we shall see the sun shine
Leaving all troubles behind

Da one ya named :

Mr Vice, Mr Cheque, Mr Crook or Mr Bad
And that's the only choice humble people them have
Sit up on them weak and them sit up on their back
Now listen to the words that the humble them a chat
Soon rasta tell you babylon system a go drop
Awarding the gift from the father on top

A suburb politician
Sharing my views with the old or young ones
Everyone wants to know the right direction
Rasta hold the key to holy Mount Zion

So just be wise, think twice
Inna their babylon city of vice
Where all hypocrites and parasites try their best to get you down, oh no
Don't be no fool, know the rules
Or you shall get screwed, rude rude
Rastafari na go fall inna the dark side
Mount Zion is our direction