The Message [Song]


Uploaded by DJ Secret Jamaica

THE MESSAGE
Damian 'Jr Gong' Marley and Bunji Garlin

There's music in your soul, minerals in your soil
Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil
While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil, oh no, no!

I'll apologize, seeing the crime rate rising infinite
Everywhere people around me a drop like fly, yet I live in it
I look to the sky and ask Almighty, "When will it finish?"
Is this a sign of the last days, the last few minutes?
'Cause the land overrun with knives and guns and murderous gimmicks
Good people ah run while bad people press murderous limits
I keep my faith and wait 'cause I know evil can't win it
But this is not the time and the place for the punks and timid
In a world that's supposed to be peaceful, every little youth turn killer.
None a dem have respect for the laws of land, dem a real blood spiller
Them forgot when the parents lay dem down in the beds and pillow
Saying, "Son grow up to be a good boy." but them get bigger and pull trigger
Every question, gunshot is the answer, well, go figure
Them don't want to dig deep in their heart
Searching for the goodness like an oil rigger, pure grave digger,
Well, this message from Bunji Garlin and the one Gongzilla
Almighty Father is telling you,

"There's music in your soul, minerals in your soil
Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil
While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil, oh no, no!"

Can I walk the Savannah at least, buy my pholourie in peace,
Without being trailed by a full detail of ten bodyguard and police?
Must something inna island breeze, make violence spread like disease
'Cause most juvenile guns out and while with no respect for og's
Can I walk round a Half Way Tree, with nobody else but me
With cash inna pocket and nobody a watch it and nobody a target me
Well, it must be the deep blue seas that spread to the bun and the cheese
That make everybody up inna the islands waan grab up something and squeeze
Can you imagine how the sword dem sharp
Man a hunt fi the bake and shark
Should a heed advice when the place did nice
That a before the whole thing start
Now every man stop tek talk and every man start think dark
Out in the street blood spray like paint when Juve a morning cork
Long time Kingston tell we to put down the gun
From Port of Spain to Hellshire
Don't get caught up making people head roll round like Michelin tire
From grandmother bawl and grandson a fall, your soul going to burn in fire
Don't let them get your life and draw your soul like it's a vampire.

There's music in your soul, minerals in your soil
Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil
While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil. oh no. no!

Check, check, check
You tripping to think you can punish and whip him
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The way you frying,  your heartbeat start skipping
Father, forgive him, so young he doesn't know a life worth living
So strong, he doesn't know the strength You give him
So long a loser that he don't know winning
Drowning in the deep and he don't know swimming
Surrounded in the streets by a life of sinning
With no one that believes that a light shines in him
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Nobody can't speak nor try talk with him
Angel of Mercy, make you please walk with him
And save anybody that cross path with him.

There's music in your soul, minerals in your soil
Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil
While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil, oh no, no!

Why are we killing ourself, why are we murdering the life?
Seeking the Devil now for help, why are we pushing God aside?
Look at the colour of the sky, you no see Jehovah, Him a cry?
Asking, "Why?", asking, "Why?", asking, "Why?"

Lyrics source with edits and last verse added. 
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Note From The Gull

Thank you, Bunji Garlin and Damian 'Jr Gong' Marley.

"There's music in your soul, minerals in your soil
Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil
While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil, oh no, no!"

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

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