Herby - Tribal Seeds

Rasta say smoke smoke

I mon say smoke smoke

Sisters say smoke smoke

Idrens say smoke smoke

Light up your ganja marijuana

Light up your ganja marijuana

The herb was rooted off Solomon’s grave

Him was the wisest king who ever did live

You know say knotty dreads them grown on the top of his head.

Head, his head

You know the ignorant them say we impure

Commercials lie about the weed that’s for sure

Media propaganda we nah want it no more, no more

In the higher of places

All them want is war

In the higher of places

All them crave is power

Let it ease your mind

Let the herb ease your mind

In the early of the morning

In the midday sun

In the stillness of night

When the herb is ripe

Smoke smoke, smoke smoke

Smoke smoke