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 [Mykal Rose:] [?]