В колонках играет - Damian Marley - It Was Written

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Well did you know the pen
Is stronger than di knife?...
And they can kill you once,
But they cant kill you twice...
Did you know destruction of di flesh is not di ending to life...
Fear not of the anti-christ,
Did you know that I
Exist before the earth...?
And did you know my eyes
Are windows to the world?...
Did you know you cant go ah Zion and ah wear jerry curls?...
Cant tell the boys from the girls...
The bodys just a vehicle
Transporting the soul...
Its whats inside the people -
Is beauty to behold...
Fear not of evil,
Everyday dem flesh it grow old,
Changes of the times take the toll...

The one ya name, fear is in the eyes of di beholder...
And love is in the presence of the love maker...
Life is in the words of the comforter...
Endure much longer,
Live much longer...
Fear is in the eyes of di beholder,
And love is in the presence of the love maker...
Life is in the words of the comforter...
Endure much longer,
Live much longer...
Careful how you entertain stranger,
Selassie never born inna nuh manger,
I'll never crucify as me savior,
Elect off himself inna the ruler...
Babylon ah nah malfunction well dem a failure,
So be careful of dem cellular and pager,
Cause I sign see dem I see danger,
So dem grateful Selaisse I pray to you...

A vest around his chest and Rastafari is his name,
The gift of everlasting life for us to all sustain...
Blessing that you all be got,
Lessons taught you all forgot,
Rasta call it shit you not!!!
Do you remember Elijah?...
And his chariot of flames?...
Same blood that runs thru my veins...

That a man shall
Endure forever more...

He did mi wanna lick upon shots,
Upon a bloodclot,
And fill the block with BOMRUSH cops...
Cops mi dun talk you know you watch me walks in?
While black woman is getting raped across New York And
Before another brother's in chalk And
I 'magine somebody said that's your son dead, see him?
See us we do the crime we do the time,
Y'all get away scott free...
So police mi gonna pop you b'fore you pop me,
Cause if you get me you got me you shot me,
Know'll lot me carry shotty since moms slap me,
Cause my room sloppy,
The youngest nigga out the camp is me!!!!
But nobody pampered me,
So you better don't ramp with me!!!
Fi see me, me don't play plenty,
Chicks me blazed many,
Raised plenty fi dollars,
Storm upon mi prada,
Watch a bomb holla,
Watch 'im run, hit the floor,
Told 'im come, come no...
Throw ya ganja pon de air
'plah!'

And it was written
Up in the book of life...
That a man shall
Endure forever more....

Watch for sticks and stones,
Stumbling blocks in piles...
Life is one big road,
Miles on top of miles...
So blessed be the soul,
That always remains a child...
When most people don't even smile,
There's a natural mystic,
Blowing tru the air,
So keep it realistic...
And always be aware,
The truth is crying out...
And it's so loud and so clear,
But most people won't even hear...
Spiritual pollution in the atmosphere...
And with so much confusion...
Can one be happy here?...
The gift of Rastafari is for all man to share,
But some would rather to be so unfair!!!

And it was written
Up in the book of life...
That a man shall
Endure forever more...
And it was written
Up in the book of life...
That a man shall
Endure forever more...
And it was written
Up in the book of life...