Road To Zion

[Damian Marley:]
Yeah, man! ‘Jah will be waiting there!' we a shout, Jah will be waiting there!
In this world of calamity, dirty looks and grudges and jealousy,
And police, we abuse dem authority, media clowns, we nuh know ‘bout variety, boom!

Di youngest veteran a come murder dem slow,
Raggamuffin sent to call me from di bush bungalow,
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow,
Mi nuh watch it mek, I clear out my voice now, Figaro,
Di hammer dem a slam, and spectator getta low,
Some bwoy could a big like Bam Bam Bigelow,
Buss off trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe,
A two gun mi have, mi buss dem inna stereo.

‘Cause I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion land!
Hey, we got to keeps it burning on the road to Zion land!

Clean and pure meditation without a doubt,
Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out,
‘Jah will be waiting there!' we a shout, Jah will be waiting there!
In this world of calamity, dirty looks and grudges and jealousy,
And police we abuse dem authority, media clowns, we nuh know ‘bout variety,
Single parents, weh need some charity,
Yutes, weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan with any means and strategy.

Say, we got to keep on walking on the road to Zion land!
You know, you got to keep on walking on the road to Zion land!

[Nas:]
Yeah, been waitin' to do this track with you man, yeah!
They know.
You gotta keep walkin', y'all, yeah, yeah, you gotta keep.
Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless,
I'm havin' daymares in daytime, wide awake try to relate.
This can't be happenin' like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin',
‘Cause what I'm seein' is haunting, human beings like ghost and zombies,
President Mugabe holdin' guns to innocent bodies
In Zimbabwe, they make John Pope seem godless, sacrilegious and blasphemous,
In my lifetime I look back in paths I walked, where savages fought and pastors taught,
Prostitutes stomp in high heel boots,
And badges screamin' at young black children, ‘Stop or I will shoot!'
I look back at cooked crack, plus cars that pass by,
Jaguars mad fly, and I'm guilty for materialism,
Blacks is still up in the prison, trust that.
So save me your sorry, I'm raisin' a army,
Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley,
We sparkin' a iron, marchin' to Zion,
You know how Nas be NYC state of mind I'm in.

[Damian Marley:]
In this world of calamity, dirty looks and grudges and jealousy,
And police, we abuse dem authority, media clowns, we nuh know ‘bout variety, boom!

Di youngest veteran a come murder dem slow,
Raggamuffin sent to call me from di bush bungalow,
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow,
Mi nuh watch it mek, I clear out my voice now, Figaro,
Di hammer dem a slam, and spectator getta low,
Some bwoy could a big like Bam Bam Bigelow,
Buss off trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe,
A two gun mi have, mi buss dem inna stereo.

‘Cause I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion land!
Hey, we got to keeps it burning on the road to Zion land!

Clean and pure meditation without a doubt,
Don't mek dem tek yuh like who dem took out,
‘Jah will be waiting there!' we a shout, Jah will be waiting there!
Clean and pure meditation without a doubt,
Don't mek dem tek yuh like food dem to goat,
‘Jah will be waiting there!' we a shout, Jah will be waiting there!
In this world of calamity, dirty looks and grudges and jealousy,
And police we abuse dem authority, media clowns, we nuh know ‘bout variety,
Single parents, weh need some charity,
Yutes, weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan with any means and strategy,
Instead a broken dreams and tragedy,
Yutes, weh need some love and prosperity
Instead a broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan with any means and any strategy.
Hey, I got to keep on walking,on the road to Zion land!
You know, you got to keep on walking on the road to Zion land!