Testo Blaze A Cup - Sanchez
Testo della canzone Blaze A Cup (Sanchez), tratta dall'album Stays On My Mind
Load it up and make we blaze it up
The living of the Rastaman you know it is rough
Light it up and make we lick it up
The living of the Rastaman, righteous but rough
I can never stand to see, people living like enemies
War and hatred fill their hearts, too much hypocrisy
They keep fighting each other, and it's all for vanity
Lord, I ask you this favor; please let true love be
So load it up and make we light it up
The living of the Rastaman you know it is rough
Light it up and make we lick it up
The ways of the Rastaman, righteous but rough
Earth gets red, nuff man are dead
Bredrin, don't get jumpy
You can keep your cool, but don't play the fool
And never trod carelessly
It might be a possibility, you will survive
Walk in the path of His Majesty, and you will stay alive
Load it up and make we light it up
The living of the Rastaman you know it is rough
Pass it 'round and make we lick it up
The ways of the Rastaman, righteous but rough
Oh yeah
Every week, every day
Nuff man dead since the start of the year
More man dead down inna Jamaica
A portion dead over Uncle Sam
Nuff man are dead inna the U.K
Whole heap of dead, and inna Canada
And me say, uptown, downtown, 'round town, side town, cross town
The whole heap are dead
Blaze it up and make we lick it up
Living of the Rastaman you know it is rough
Load it up and make we lick it up
Living of the Rastaman, righteous but rough
I can never stand to see, people living like enemies
War and hatred fill their hearts, too much hypocrisy
They keep fighting each other, and it's all for vanity
Lord, I ask you this favor; please let true love be
So blaze it up and make we lick it up
Living of the Rastaman you know it is rough
Load it up and make we lick it up
Ways of the Rastaman, righteous but rough
Load it up and make we lick it up
Living of the Rastaman you know it is rough
Pass it 'round and make we lick it up
The living of the Rastaman, righteous but rough
Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh-oh-oh
Earth gets red, nuff man are dead
Bredrin, don't get jumpy
Keep your cool, but don't play the fool
Never trod carelessly
It might be a possibility, you will survive
Walk in the path of His Majesty, and you will stay alive
Every week, every day
Nuff man dead since the start of the year
More man dead down inna Jamaica
A portion dead over Uncle Sam
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Marley, Kevin Jackson
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