Genesis of roots
Seeking the rays of the sun
Cultivated from the ancients
And smoked since day one
Way of I ancestor
Way of natural law
Sumerian can't knock it till you take a little draw
In a peace treaty
Circulate the herb around
Light it up and it roots I back to the ground
In a meditation
Intriguing is the sound
Of the word of Jah
Let it be heard all around
Whether you're coming from afar
Or you come from around town
Smoke the herb
And show them how we get down
In a residence or in downtown
Fire when Babylon surround the compound
All will bow down to the crown
When you hear the trumpets sound
Healing from herb
Come and lift you when you're down
Feeling up the vibes
When you hear your eardrums pounding
Herbal congregations when we're coming through your town
This little herb stock
Growing in my yard
No I never leave too far
This little herb stock
Growing in my yard, growing in my yard
I Herb stock
Pon I little herb stock, I herb stock
Pon I little herb stock
Growing in my yard
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