Some sat in darkness an the deepest gloom prisoners suffering bcoz of Space, some in iron chains. Remember the Rasta behind bars an electric fences. Being there alone on my own knowing JAH is by my Side. Sitting an lying walking up an down thinking not crying, hearing voices unfriendly voices for other they making choices. Behind the fences U do lost some time but if U use Ur mind. I know the feel the touch of cold steel. Keys locking up an close some possibilities, so I wake-up, shit-up an live-up. Key just click-up an people told to shut-up, please free-up, never give up. When U toss at 4 a kick upon the steel door, wake up! Wake up!rasta from the floor Everybody up! Shout a voice unfriendly. Line-up..line-up! Say another meanly. In silence Rasta ful-up in obedience a thought roll up my mind When will time come time is already here. I doing time untill the end of this time. My time has arrived to improve my connection an start up my correction of me balance within, without. Now in my isolation it spring forth my meditation. I think about things an time when will time come to free me from this place. Some call insame calling out in pain counting drops of rain. I listening to lots of complains. They gift some treatment worst like a animal they always shout there names never it is softly spoken. It come 2 my mind, that ppl who are indocrinated by numbers try 2 intimidate an reprogram ppl with that bad vibration. So the numbers rules the place. With permission was grant to me to present Rastafari carefully I choose my words, change it in sweet melody, bring out the hormony. Once again the word bcome alive it is like fresh spring water from the River of Zion, sweet in test overflow the place, space full up the atmosphere. I put something in dem brain, some things they cant explain, it took of the pain, no more complain. Open mounth,faces with tension appear never they hear the voice of a roaring lion come like a bird in high an low notes JAH voices. (page 2 follow)
Posted on: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 23:14:43 +0000