The Message (feat. Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley)

There's music in your soul, minerals in your soil

Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil

While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil

Oh no, no

I apologize, seeing the crime rate raising infinite

Everywhere, people around me drop like flies, yet I live in it

I look to the sky ask Almighty, when will it finish?

Is this a sign of the last days, the last few minutes?

'Cause the land overrun with knives and guns, and murderous gimmicks

Good people a-run, while bad people push murderous limits

I keep my faith and wait 'cause I know evil can't win it

But this is not the time and the place for the punks and timid

In a world that's supposed to be peaceful

Every little yute turn killer

None of them have respect for the laws of the land

Them a real blood spiller

Them forgot when their parents

Laid them down on their beds and pillow

Saying, son, grow up to be a good boy

But them get bigger and pull trigger

Every question, gunshot is the answer

Well, go figure

Them don't want to dig deep in their hearts

Searching for the goodness like an oil rigger

Pure grave digger

Well, this message from Bunji Garlin and the one Gongzilla

Almighty Father is telling you

Hey

There's music in your soul, minerals in your soil

Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil

While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil

Oh no, no

Can I walk the Savannah, at least?

Buy my pholourie in peace

Without being trailed by a full detail

Of ten bodyguard and police?

Must something in the island breeze

Make violence spread like disease

'Cause most juvenile guns out and wild

With no respect for OGs

Can I walk on Half Way Tree

With nobody else but me?

With cash in a pocket and nobody a-watch it

And nobody a-target me?

Well, it must be the deep blue seas

That spread to the bun and cheese

That make everybody up in all the islands

Wan' grab up something and squeeze

Can imagine how the sword them sharp

Man a hunt for the bake and shark

Shoulda heed the voice when the place did nice

That a-before the whole thing start

Now, every man stop, they talk

And every man start to think dark

Out in the street, blood spray like paint

When J'Ouvert Morning cork

Long time, Kingston tell we to put down the gun

From Port of Spain to Hellshire

Don't get caught up making people head

Roll 'round like Michelin tire

From grandmother brawl and grandson a-fall

Your soul going to burn in fire

Don't let them get your life

And draw your soul like it's a vampire

There's music in your soul, minerals in your soil

Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil

While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil

Oh no, no

You're tripping to think you can punish and whip him

Some likkle boy gun tall like Scottie Pippen

Equipped with a clip on the thing where them shipping

The way you're frightened your heartbeat starts skipping

Father, forgive him, so young, he doesn't know a life worth living

So strong, he doesn't know the strength You give him

So long a-losing that he don't know winning

Drowning in the deep and he don't know swimming

Surrounded in the streets by a life of sinning

With no one that believes that the light shines in him

And when the thing a beat every light start dimming

Ready fi go eat and if lunch time skip him

No body can speak nor try talk with him

Angel of Mercy, beg you, please walk with him

And save anybody that cross path with him

Children full of beauty worth way much more than, way much more than

Good thing spoil, oh no, no, no

Children full of beauty worth way much more than, way much more than

Let good thing spoil, oh no, no, no