Vibrations

Woah, woah, yeah
Oh, woah, ye-yeah
Oh, woah, woah, yeah
(Woah, woah, yeah)

Rasta man we a no weak heart
We a look in a we self and we a pree smart
When it come to Babylon them is a-
Now time get wicked and real hard
When you look in a yourself and you no see God
And your pants them a drop, and you lean hard
'Bout ten dozen 'matic in a three yard
And you mother still a bawl, granny plea Lord (Oh, Lord)
Never have a cent in a pocket
But, a ends you a lock it
You a send fi a gun and you a send fi a ratchet
Send fi a Bible and me a send fi a prophet
Whеn it come to the truth, beg mе a knock it
The pastor bawl out, send me a jacket
When you look inna account, you fi check fi deposit
And the little ghetto youth them a empty the 'matic
MP them a tell me say it tragic

What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you
What you do is coming right back to you, woah
What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you
What you do is coming right back to you, woah

What me'd a do, me no proud
We shubbing bullets around
'Matic a push in a town
Drive-by 'til the car in a one bush in a now
Losing a lot, but dawg, a karma when you looking around
Look what the investment do me yah now
Mommy, me need your prayer
Them stick yah no beat in a Hyatt
Ask Caesar, me nah seize fire
And the truth can't keep me quiet
And my hands them full and still a bring trials
'Nough obstacles and man stay solid like top a the pliers
'Maru deh yah like David, would never too wackaz the giant
Tell everybody 'pon the corner
Say no follow the badness if you frighten fi see karma
A who a burn the rat go turn informer
Stranger in a the war yah
Make me give you the drama
The same gun weh you buy and 'pon your own it go fire at the dawg with desire
And it hard fi retire
'Cause we in too deep

A the least fi we chop a beast
A no Japanese
In a streets weh the Glock a breeze, man a drop a knees
Yow, please sell the proper trees
Poppy drop a lease
We a preach fi the African Minneapolis
We a sting, something like a bees
Or a grabba leaf
Beat, me see shot a squeeze when me drop a East
Haile Selassie, a no never Socrates
Oh

What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you
What you do is coming right back to you, yow
What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you
What you do is coming right back to you, woah

Yeah
Careful a the tree you planting
Watch how you a shoot 'cause you will dead like plantain
Where's the love? Imeru, them asking
Karma make 'nough youth dead a rattid
If you believe in a friend killing, no linger
Don't boast 'bout you put no rifle 'pon no window
'Meru will catch the boy and fire like cyclinder
God no go catch him, him all a scream out like a Linda
Wah the sense fi people living if them heart don't clean?
Love in the chalice we a steam
No better than the ghetto youth because you live 'pon scheme
Me tell yuh, Imeru say fi go live that dream
Ask Beres, without no vision them perish
Yeah, ask Beres, without no vision them perish

This a no weak heart
Me a look in a me self and me a pree smart
When it come to Babylon them is a weak heart
Now time get wicked and real hard
When you look in a yourself and you no see God
And your pants them a drop, and you lean hard
'Bout ten dozen 'matic in a three yard
And you mother still a bawl, bawl, bawl, yeah

What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you
What you do is coming right back to you, woah
What you do is coming right back to you, I tell you
What you do is coming right back to you, yow