[GNGWD] Ganja Lockdown

#gngwd Verse 1: From di hills a St. Ann to di Kingston dust, White skin mark we like a bloodclaat curse. Police want beat we, want lock we down, Yet when dem blaze first, neva make a sound. Jah put di herb here fi heal not fi punish, But dem want see all a we vanish. We peaceful creators, self-actualized, Yet to dem we just criminals in disguise. Chorus: GANJA HERB! Sacred gift from di earth! Wonder drug from JAH - bringin' peace since birth! Dem want war? Then war we will show, But Andreas still nappin' when di bullets blow! Verse 2: From di beach a Negril to di Trenchtown yard, Every white Rasta live life hard. Dem call we freak when we pass di spliff, Same time dem politician a mek big gift. Scott hold di line when dem come raid, Andreas? Man check him bed - still made! Twelve hour sleep while we face di storm, Wake up fresh when danger done gone! Verse 3: From di shotta's bark to di prison gate, Dem try break we but we STRAIGHT nah BATE. Herb mek we peaceful yet dem call we threat, Jah gift inna soil—dem still nah get! White inna yard? Instant suspect! Rich man crime dem quick fi neglect. If dis a justice then justice FAIL, Blind like bat when it chase di whale! Dem bring handcuff but we bring di truth, Ancient wisdom for di ghetto youth. Shot a ring out 'pon di midnight air, We fire back with a rebel prayer! From di cane field to di city block, Same oppression, same system lock. But when dem rush in wid dem baton charge, WE DROP DI SPLIFF AN' JAH HAND DEM DISCHARGE! Chorus: GANJA HERB! Sacred gift from di earth! Wonder drug from JAH - bringin' peace since birth! Dem want war? Then war we will show, But Andreas still nappin' when di bullets blow! Blazin' spliff inna trench while di chopper buzz, Dem whole task force still cyaan find us! Jah smoke screen cover we righteous retreat, While Babylon stumble pon dem own two feet!