I’m trodden through this concrete jungle
And the wicked people just coming in there masses
Trying to hold me back, but there never know 
Zion I’m heading
This is long term, not no short circuit, the chip there (The
System)Try plan in my head it not working.
This youth man done sign and seal, I praise the man who open
the seven seals
No arrangements, there got no good potential
People call it politics I call it poli-tricks
Natives call it Thanksgiving, but yet forgetting “give
thanks for the giving of thanks”.
Because life is just a blessing.
I will not sin my soul to follow tradition in there false
religion
Depraved people coming around here with there pagans
holidays
People sending money like them going in a daze
A matter of fact them gazing walking round blind, listening
to Babylon (The System) idiocy.
Believing in them scientists and doctors, how far them think
them ah go reach with them bull shit speech.




                                By: Keston Peters