Herby

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