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Dread Roots

deal in the concrete jungle(?). I throw the dice of life, jumping in the course of times(?) so no matter what they keep a telling you. Na-tty dread, dread, dread

I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead So I talked, chilled, before I flipped! 'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped Back to the roots

I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead So I talked, chilled, before I flipped! 'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped Back to the roots

stirs the old fear in the blood. But when, at last, I stood beneath a steep hillside, Which closed that valley's wandering maze, Whose dread had pierced me to the heart root

roots will go down to the bottom If we walk in a sense of wonder Or if we are in a time of reason We can recall these days Investigating dread and

his own way Teaching and Learning And we can work it out We'll have a warm bed We'll have some warm bread And shelter from the storm dread And we can

didn't say nothin but turn your fucking cheek Dead cell Sick in the head, living but dead, hear what I said Learn a lesson from the almighty dread Jah

god and everything that i cared for most Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts Found staked on the floor soaked in evidence of the root

wheeling through this plane, only seeing fragmented images prematurely curtailed by the brain, but breathing, living, knowing in some measure at least the soul which roots