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