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Tell me psalms and Ill tell you mine
preachers, slippery road to Wales
Boat with no sail, sendin' off the rails
An angel's on tail and it's too dark

Brutality, is now a reality
Oppression, suppression is occupation
Tolerance, they they have got
We are they have not

Without us it would be destruction
says you will be fed
Gold is holding an eternal glow
Red is gonna run like river

now
These words, now

The of man can see
The mind for eye be
Red and seen
To really know it mean

Eyelids back, behind my eyes
bitter, weeping as he wails
Emotional, trying to stay on the
An on harp, who's too sharp

Babylon has no
Only slavery and
Rasta going to cramp and paralyze them
for the situation