Chorus:
In the early light
In the early light
In the early light
Evening light wo oh
Verse 1:
Praise Jah in the name of Rastafari
I and I came to change the game from the start
I thought, I
Told you my message is, the exodus
So you can have a mind from your Babylon
Sentences
Prince and princesses
In spite of the media, brother
Bob told you that it's, gonna get easier
Seem to us things ain't change since what he
Told us, so I came to resurrect the Buffalo
Soldier
You can't k** a natty dread with no melanoma
Aroma of the culture take over the glaucoma
I'm third world mentally
North Philly essentially
Eventually you'll learn from me, what rap is
Meant to be
I've been sent down, like that dude from
Trench town to put the pen down, and show
The lost how music can sound
To stop Satan with positive vibration
Although I ain't Jamaican I'm making a move
Take it to the
Chorus:
In the early light
In the early light
In the early light
Evening light wo oh
Verse 2:
Last time I went home I hung out with Mrs
Marley, had a beautiful smile the moment that
She saw me
She was 'posed to lay a hook down for my recordings
In the mountains of Aburi, took ill, but that's another
Story
More importantly is the spirit she poured in me
I was great when I met her
But now I practice sorcery
So I write accordingly, the child of Sela**ie
'cause I reach, from, hope road back to Kumasi
Follow me
This is the funeral of the usual, pseudo truth tellers
Who tell, what keeps confusing you
They say it's beautiful, when it should be ugly
Thieves who endorse them who*es and sell thuggery
Suffer-y, while you flex j**els and money see
Ghetto youth are struggling, and hungry
That's when they come to me, ghetto children
Come to me
I'll show the light as the light was shown unto me
Chorus:
In the early light
In the early light
In the early light
Evening light wo oh
Verse 3:
By now you can see I'm genre less
I go from opera and sonatas
To Sinatra quick
Now I feel like Bob a bit
I'm feelin' lucky-Dube
Today, my moods sway but it's revolution 'til my
Dooms day
When I die, hope my tomb say, never was a coon say
I was a warrior true descendant of Mtume
Peter Tosh would be proud of me, this is what I've
Vowed to be, a soldier though the enemy surrounding me
The name's O'hene, a chief in my own right
What I wield is stronger than a sword so I'm gon' write
Even as a child I have shown light
I overcame, then became superior to my own plight
I never knew my pops, 'cause he was like Bob's
He left my moms never got to look him in the eyes
I ain't complaining nah really ain't no need to fight
'cause in the end he's part of what made me the light
Chorus:
In the early light
In the early light
In the early light
Evening light wo oh