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Homing Zone


Selassie I open it up,
An ina the homing zone
Three faces of the moon
Virgin, Mother and the Crone
To rule a dey people
You a fi move dirt them own home
Reflect the virgin fallen and the mother
And create the crone
Military undermining our peace time alone
Get plane ina her air and she’s just not around
Just cannot be found ina no conscious ground
Alchemistic invert language word sound a drown
And Im redescending and ascending home
The all layers open bow
Long with disguise ina the ways around
A Rasta rule ina Russia
The Czar come home
Ina what kind of schism
So relentless with; to pursue to the ends of the earth
The generation will
And can no longer impose them ignorances
They’re now bombing Gideon ya for the illnesses
Not wanted from the sides of the King’s son is
I will hear my sold Rasta ina di instances
Where the families of Heaven have been tampered with
When I strap a righteous breastplate and is conquerer will
Jah well to woman, to the tree to the water from diminishes
To di land of the ganja as my sanctify this
Watching undeserving claim of the vintages
When a poor sufferer plant upon water it
When a hear, earth make Melchizedek commandment is
And the angel they gather thought dey is a Ganjalist
Is all ceramic shrine dem build ultimate to live
It is a hole up in dem money and no one no give
Selassie I start this and I and I will carry where will
Four hundred whey tutors that boy bring with it
The check whey no play it done is cancel is
Have fi swallow ina location where dem tonsil is
For dem know say for all wrong doing there [ ... ]