Words Michael Rafael (Ft. Bob Marley & The Wailers)

Hook

I hear the words of the rasta man
Say! (X2)

Verse 1
See, I'll take Marley any day
Over music bout murdering our own
I got song for that
I'm zonin
Got a zone of that uuweee
Stoned off a QP of the fruitiest strain
I done ever had
The homie introduced me
Got a tint of blue & it smell like berries
Get some orange juice to compliment the Mary
Very necessary
Isn't it here to share it? (If not)
Why the fck they here?
If they got a problem, then they can solve it wit some self care
Sitting on top of a cloud
My lady loud
Let me lay on it for a hour
If I remember to stumble down
Then ima hit the ground / running
Some of you understand the feeling
Some of you couldn't
Until you hit the tree of life
You see, I'm looking thru what some would call the real eye
The 1 in the middle, the 3rd one that you see out /
Sht opened up 4 me
At least I think It did
Must've been the combination of dmt & psychedelics //
Or maybe it's just placebo
Either way, I know evil when I see it
& this weed ain't why the people -
Is losing it out here
The land is cursed
I light the earth & write another verse
& let Marley & the Wailer's work