In His Own Words – Damian Marley – letras

[Chorus – Jr. Gong]Jah told you in his own wordsAnd I’ll see you throughTo guide you through this cold worldAnd I’ll see you throughJah told you in his own wordsAnd I’ll see you throughTo guide you through this cold worldAnd I’ll see you through[Verse 1 – Nas]Two steps away from death, a vest and a holsterI detest detectives arresting us overWeapons possession, they was checking the RoverInspecting the tattoos on my neck and my shoulderHow many times I’m one of six coffin-holdersOr sitting with goons in a visiting roomFlip it, I could’ve been youBehind state walls biddingThese are the things that a G pray for, acquit usA little stash in the safe or a little shorty to wait forOr a shorty to take the weight for himWhat really did I escape from?Thought I saw God’s face on the design on my vintage ClaiborneSwear I see em every day in the bus or the trainOr the billboards out there that hang tallI still give thanks for him, have faith for himNo matter what his name’s called[Chorus – Jr. Gong][Verse 2 – Jr. Gong]Hey can you think of a colour that you’ve never seen?Can you reminisce on places you’ve never been?Well is many are calledBut them never deemedWorthy for the causeCause them never cleanHelp who help themselvesJah nuh raffle dreamThat’s why me chummy with Jah JahLike a CherubimKeep us strong through the winter like an EvergreenAnd all of us are more connected than it ever seemsAll things are related and creation is a packageGenerate together and we increase the wattageA how them a go manage?Tell Babylon them can’t do Rasta damageNor stop we through the passageJah did make a promise, God is always honestAlways keep his word, don’t care what the plan isDon’t be astonishedStumbling bocks vanishOne day the meek gonna live inna di palace, Woah![Chorus – Jr. Gong][Verse 3 – Nas]Some people ask me if I feel the zionists are realAnd in my songs do I plan to expose and revealWord to the curb that’s under these chrome wheelsMy homies is only ones I’m taking care ofBut severe reality starts to become more clearAnd these know-it-all rappers have become more weirdAs if they were superior and fans are inferiorHow I balance between the streets and the theories ofCollegiate literature, I hold mirrors upGive combinations of pain, joy, fear, and loveThrough my perspective I can see Jah reflectionIn the highest definition getting high with my brethrenCould’ve asked us why Africans dying from circumcisionThey lack proper surgeons, suffer malnutritionUnderestimate the wealth of their own wisdomIt’s like it’s been exchanged for this penicillin[Chorus – Jr. Gong]