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    I dont need a passport
    to walk on this earth,
    Anywhere I go cause I was made of this earth
    Im born of this earth,
    I breath of this earth,
    and even with the pain I believe in this earth, So
    I wake Up every mornin and Im steppin on the floor,
    I wake up every mornin and Im stepping out the door
    I got faith in the sky,
    faith in the one,
    faith in the people rockin underneath the sun
    Cause every bit of land is a holy land and
    every drop of water is a holy water and
    every single child is a son or a daughter of the one
    Earth mama and the one Earth papa, So
    dont tell a man that he cant come here cause he got
    brown eyes and a wavy kind of hair, And
    dont tell a woman that she cant go there because she
    prays a little different to a God up there
    You say youre a Christian
    cause God made you
    you say youre a Muslim
    cause god made you
    You say youre a Hindu and the next man a Jew
    Then we all kill each other
    cause God told us to NAH!

    -Hello, hello!
    -Bonjour, bonjour!
    -Hola, hola!
    -Konnichiwa, konnichiwa wa!

    Follow me
    let me take to the dancehall
    now to come a rock this rhythm
    Follow me
    let me take to the dancehall
    now to come a skankin'
    Follow me
    let me take to the dancehall
    now to come a rock this rhythm
    Follow me
    let me take to the dancehall
    in a Spearhead style
    Now hear this!

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    So dance to the rhythm
    bounce to the rhythm
    shake to the rhythm
    and you roll to the rhythm
    sweat to the rhythm
    get wet to the rhythm

    make love to the rhythm
    clean up to the rhythm
    when you movin'
    you come alive
    and when ya grooving
    in rhythm we survive, so
    don't panic, don't panic
    no drum machine
    this is all organic
    just Sly and Robbie on the drums and the bass
    Stickie on percussion and we mashin' up the place
    givin' you a beat you can rock and rool to
    givin' you a sound you can shake your soul to so
    hip hoppas punk rockas
    roots rockas even wood stockas
    I don't need a passport
    just send a postcard
    send me a message, let me know how you are
    whether you're walkin' or drivin' in your car
    throw your hands high and
    tell me who you are
    Say

    -Hello, hello!
    -Bonjour, bonjour!
    -Hola, hola!
    -Konnichiwa, konnichiwa wa!

    Bubble from Nigeria to Botswana
    Bubble Botswana to Ethipia
    Bubble Ethipia to Zimbabwe
    now bubble Zimbabwe to Mexicana
    Bubble Mexico to Braziliana
    Bubble Brazilia to Americana
    Bubble from America to Japan
    Bubble from Japan to China
    Bubble form a China to a Pakistana
    Bubble from a Pakistan to Australia
    Bubble from Australia to Palestina
    Bubble from a Palestine to Israel
    Bubble bubble booyaka
    Jamaica
    Bubble to Italia, España, Britania
    Bubble bubble dance to the sound

    -Hello, hello!
    -Bonjour, bonjour!
    -Hola, hola!
    -Konnichiwa, konnichiwa wa!

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    Composición: Michael Franti

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