Tribal Seeds - Aroma

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The war on the herb was a slaughter
On the oppressor
Roll the cannabis until we bliss
Take another hit and get a lift
Aroma of the herb smoke
Burn the cannabis until we bliss
Aroma of the herb smoke
Take another hit and get a lift
It’s too fun
And I don’t wanna run
Yearn to know why I get a high off the sound
When it comes
Journey to when I was young
Subconscious vibes in the corner of my mind lift me up
Words of the ancient
Reveal a remnant in the beating drum
They lift me up
Words of the ancient
Reveal a remnant in the song
So burn wickedness in high and low places
Shun greed in the richest of the races, they fall
And want to drag us along
Their reward is in the depths of the storm
So burn wickedness in high and low places
Shun greed in the richest of the races, they fall
And want to drag us along
Their reward’s not found
Why oh why oh why
Do the heathens come
Just to be cut down in the sight of the lion
Them haffi run back where they came from
Lest they be triumphed and conquered for their land
Them come from afar
Wielding a gun
And them dare to wage war
Against our kingdom
They’ve ignited the spark
For the battle of the throne
Sound killer let it be known
Who holds the ark of the covenant? Dread
Who’s I salvation and savior? A dread
Samson slewed the philistines cuz of his dread
And took the vow of the Nazarene dread
Look what them doing now Jah eyes is red
Can’t steal away the holy lineage
Only thing them ever want from men is to see the blood shed
Them heads haffi roll