Grandfather your people dey carry the church for dem head
The forgot about the love your neighbor as you do yourself
Mr Marley the world is falling to ruin
Even with melodies to soothe the wicked are still rooting
Money is love and apparently if I can't buy you some hair
You could leave me for another it's funny but I'm being sincere
All the fallen soldiers the war still goes on
But it's not against nations
It's the old against the young
This episode is an ode to my consciousness
Poems I write doing wrong before I lose myself
And note that this tape is me chilling and not spraying lead
But on my album trust me I'm coming for everybody's head