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Rock stone was my pillow
Rock stone was my pillow
I say, rock stone was my pillow
Rock stone was my pillow
Help us Jah
Take us from the slum
Neva giveup matta what
Strictly fire burn
Hail rasta, take us from the slum
Neva giveup matta what
King Selassie I blessing come
Sufferation is a thing
Could be no harder time
Got to widen your views
Got to broaden your mind
What we face in the ghetto
Nowhere else can you find
Hunger, poverty, a system so unkind
As a matter of fact
There is an aftershock
When cold ground was my bed
And my pillow was a rock
Try to make it through the system
All the doors were locked
Yet nothing beats a try
And so I ain't go stop
Mount a time they write a book on you
A set amount a crap
They would a put on you
Yet when you in the dirt
They wouldn't look on you
They would only scorn
And wanna wipe they foot on you
So open up, Zion door
Ethiopia Africa for sure
Liberate the poor, the poor, ehhh
Mi nah lie, true mi hail
Selassie I dem waah fi war I
Read mi bible
Turn to peace
And praise 'tafari
Goodbye babylon goodbye, goodbye
Open up zion door
Mount Zion Ethiopia for sure
Children of Israel, children of Israel, Eh
