Children of Zion

Yeah (Zion waiting for us)
Children of Zion (we've come to say)
We have come unto Mount Zion (go)

It's the season of the Son, yeah
Rising up an army full of sons of the Holy One
It's the season of the Son, yeah
Manifest, manifest, manifest (boo!)
We no need no real guns, yeah
High up the Son and the ganja (whoo!)
You know I speak a few tongues, yeah (rabha shatta)
Fire 'pon your hair when I'm done, yeah

The enemies is on the run, yeah
In the spirit, no, I'm not the one, yeah
Power from the Holy One, yeah
This the intro, I'm not done yet

Yeah
Children of Zion
We have come unto Mount Zion

But I'ma digging, the man, dem a-digging
Dem no find, yes, I'm winning
My eyes on the Father and the Son, I'm in the spirit
Revealed out to the latter time
You know, dem want to flip it
God already knows and my wings, they try to clip it
Power shot daily meditation after Wednesday

Born real prophet, and you know that the man is gifted
Prophecy on my lungs and the word is life giving
Mi no look left or right, you know I'm 'bout my Father's business
Every Thursday and Sunday, we easy street living
I wear the most Gucci, yet, I do the most giving
The editor of my clips try to frame me as a wizard
But leave out the fact that I will always point them back to Jesus

Babylon is jealous
Fire on 'pon that
Fire 'pon the hypocrites
Fire!
Fire 'pon the Devil
Fire 'pon wrong (yeah)
Fire!

Children of Zion
We have come unto Mount Zion
Boo!

We keep them when while we keep them
Lord, we give them while we give them
Jesus Christ na what we give them
Love, we give them Jesus Christ, you keep them
We give them what they want, you give them, yeah
Jesus Christ, what we give them
Jesus Christ, that what we give them
Love, we give them Jesus Christ, you give them



Credits
Writer(s): Evelyn Onyango
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