Damian Marley feat Nas-Road to Zion

Yeah, man

Jah will be waiting there, we a shout

Jah will be waiting there

In this world of calamity

Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy

And police weh abuse dem authority

Media clowns weh nuh know 'bout variety, boom



The youngest veteran a go murder dem slow

Ragga muffin' sent to call me from the bush bungalow

Unnu watch mek I clear out my voice now Figaro

Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow



Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low

Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Biggalow

Bust of trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe

A two gun mi have mi bust dem inna stereo 'cause



I got to keep on walking

On the road to Zion, man

We got to keeps it burning

On the road to Zion, man



Clean and pure meditation without a doubt

Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out

Jah will be waiting there, we a shout

Jah will be waiting there



In this world of calamity

Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy

And police weh abuse dem authority

Media clowns weh nuh know 'bout variety



Single parents weh need some charity

Youths weh need some love and prosperity

Instead of broken dreams and tragedy

By any plan and any means and strategy



Say, we got to keep on walking

On the road to Zion, man

I've been waiting to do this track with you man, yeah, ha, ha

Yeah, yeah



You know, they know

We got to keep on walking

On the road to Zion, man

Yeah, you gotta keep walking y'all

You gotta keep



Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless

I'm havin' daymares in daytime

Wide awake try to relate

This can't be happenin' like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin'



Cause what I'm seein' is haunting

Human beings like ghost and zombies

President Mugabe holding guns to innocent bodies

In Zimbabwe



They make John Pope seem Godly

Sacrilegious and blasphemous

In my lifetime I look back at paths I've walked

Where savages fought and pastors taught



Prostitutes stomp in high heel boots

And badges screaming,"Young black children, stop or I will shoot"

I look back at cooked crack

Plus cars that pass by



Jaguars mad fly

And I'm guilty for materialism

Blacks is still up in the prison

Trust that



So save me your sorries, I'm raising an army

Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley

We sparkin' the ions, marching to Zion

You know how Nas be NYC, state of mind I'm in



In this world of calamity

Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy

And police weh abuse dem authority

Media clowns weh nuh know 'bout variety, boom



The youngest veteran a go murder dem slow

Ragga muffin' sent to call me from the bush bungalow

Unnu watch mek I clear out my voice now Figaro

Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow



Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low

Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Biggalow

Bust of trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe

A two gun mi have mi bust dem inna stereo 'cause



I got to keep on walking

On the road to Zion, man

We got to keeps it burning

On the road to Zion, man



Clean and pure meditation without a doubt

Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out

Jah will be waiting there, we a shout

Jah will be waiting there



Clean and pure meditation without a doubt

Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out

Jah will be waiting there, we a shout

Jah will be waiting there



In this world of calamity

Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy

And police weh abuse dem authority

Media clowns weh nuh know 'bout variety



Single parents weh need some charity

Youths weh need some love and prosperity

Instead of broken dreams and tragedy

By any plan and any means and strategy



Instead of broken dreams and tragedy

Youths weh need some love and prosperity

Instead of broken dreams and tragedy

By any plan and any means and any strategy, ay, say



I got to keep on walking

On the road to Zion, man

You know, we got to keep on walking

On the road to Zion, man