Yeah man Jah will be waitin there we a shout Jah will be waitin there In this world of calamity Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy And police weh abuse dem authority Media clowns we nuh know bout variety, boom Di youngest veteran a come murder dem slow Raggamuffin sent to call me from di bush bungalow Mi nuh watch it mek I clear out my voice now, Figaro Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow Di hammer dem a slam and spectator getta low Some bwoy could a big like Bam Bam Bigelow Buss off trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe A two gun mi have mi buss dem inna stereo, 'cause I got to keep on walkin', on the road to Zion, man Hey, we got to keep it burnin', on the road to Zion, man Clean and pure meditation without a doubt Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out Jah will be waitin there we a shout Jah will be waitin there In this world of calamity Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy And police weh abuse dem authority Media clowns we nuh know bout variety Single parents weh need some charity Yutes weh need some love and prosperity Instead of broken dreams and tragedy By any plan with any means and strategy, say We got to keep on walkin', yeah On the road to Zion, man, yeah Been waitin' to do this track with you man Yeah, ha ha, yeah yeah You know, they know You got to keep on walkin', yeah On the road to Zion, man You gotta keep walkin' y'all, yeah, yeah, you gotta keep Sometimes, I can't help but feel helpless I'm havin' daymares in daytime, wide awake, try to relate This can't be happenin' like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin' 'Cause what I'm seein' is hauntin' Human beings like ghost and zombies President Mugabe holdin' guns to innocent bodies in Zimbabwe They make John Pope seem Godly, sacrilegious and blasphemous In my lifetime, I look back at paths I walked Where savages fought and pastors taught Prostitutes stomp in high-heel boots And badges scream at young black children: Stop! Or I will shoot! I look back at cooked crack, plush cars that pass by, Jaguars mad fly And I'm guilty for materialism, fuck that Blacks is still up in the prison, trust that So save me your sorries, I'm raisin' a army Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley We sparkin' the ions, marchin' to Zion You know how Nas be — NYC state of mind I'm in In this world of calamity Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy And police weh abuse dem authority Media clowns we nuh know bout variety, boom Di youngest veteran a come murder dem slow Ragamuffin sent to God before di bush bungalow Mi nuh watch it mek I carry out my voice now figarow Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow Di hammer dem a slam and spend day a dead now Some bwoy could a big like Bam Bam Bigelow Buss off trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe A two gun mi have mi buss dem inna stereo, 'cause I got to keep on walkin', on the road to Zion, man Hey, we got to keep it burnin', on the road to Zion, man Clean and pure meditation without a doubt Don't mek dem tek yuh like who dem took out Jah will be waitin there we a shout Jah will be waitin there! Clean and pure meditation without a doubt Don't mek dem tek yuh like food dem to goat Jah will be waitin there we a shout Jah will be waitin there! In this world of calamity Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy And police weh abuse dem authority Media clowns we nuh know 'bout variety Single parents weh need some charity Yutes weh need some love and prosperity Instead of broken dreams and tragedy By any plan with any means and strategy Instead a broken dreams and tragedy Yutes weh need some love and prosperity Instead a broken dreams and tragedy By any plan with any means and any strategy Hey say I got to keep on walkin', on the road to Zion, man You know You got to keep on walkin', on the road to Zion, man