When we pull into the last stop in for the final time,
We can get loud and try to find the diamonds rising to the sky.
Get ready for dying, ready for the next trial to abide by,
Unafraid of [bad word] to the end of line.
We bring the love, all bring it to all heart and minds.
We preach to be kind, try to make [bad word] and unite
In the fight, fight, fight to be, to think,
To teach them all to live their life right.
Let’s see it and then to the kingdom we rise.

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
When he hand ya – Say Boom Shiva,
Spreading the law within the land ya,
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.

For the good win, yeah, for the good fight, yes, for the good they try
As for the good know why that like good riddim we let it ride
Spread the knowledge of the most high, most holy and wise.
While we strike a gold riddim, make a sound for the nation
Not give to be given, just a love for the human race and
Respect body and mind – turn from the wicked bad kind,
Let the light lead you to a [bad word] world domination right.

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
When he hand ya – Say Boom Shiva,
Spreading the law within the land ya,
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.

Leave many [bad word] buried in the ground, [bad word] flowing from a fountain,
Left in a cave hiding up a mountain with a record of my sound and
Mungos sound system, bass bins to make a din
When the future man find them to hear us nasty like ride em
Re-invent electricity; get the needle in the rim
Get that deck spinning, while they all are listening wondering
What are we hearing, is this voice of god left for the children
So we don’t start warring all over again.

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
When he hand ya – Say Boom Shiva,
Spreading the law within the land ya,
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.

I go recording of sunny islands
Cutting them diamonds vinyl spinning riding
I’m a happy face unless someone smokes my supply and
Forgets to press record
Before I’ve finished spitting on the riddim
I get faster, as the waves always get fatter
Like a ship about to blast up
Take and strip away the matter
To a sound that seldom matters
Without abracadabra,
Bring the beat and then the natter then the…

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
When he hand ya – Say Boom Shiva,
Spreading the law within the land ya,
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.