Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Words of The Week: Ten Miles From The City by Louie Culture

Ten Miles From The City

In Jah do I put my trust.
So me nah fraid a no bwoy, coulda ten gun him a buss.
Mi serious!
Fi go a Zion is a must.
And mi nah take no ride pon di Babylon bus.

A di truth!
Marcus Mosiah Garvey say.
10 miles from Kingston City, Bull Bay.
I Man say.

10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, city down.
And then we move.
10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, city down.

Well them me pack up everything inna mi scandal bag.
Mi ahgo lef outta di city, dem a live like hog.
A just yesterday dem find two more tag.
Man ah boast and a brag over tings, dats bad.
A yute lef college and him caan get a job.
Looting and shooting, murder dem ah rob.
Yu jook a old lady, steal her handbag.
Knock out a likkle youth and drink him egg nog.
Mi move. . .

10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, city down.
And then we move.
10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, dem down.

Well inna di city all mi see is pollution.
Babylon build it up without no solution.
Same so.
Dem build dem constitution.
Fi dem constitution only full a confusion.
Cause.
Inna di city ah di rich man wealth.
The poor man living there without no health.
The bills in time, them caan get help.
Well so Jah set it, the Gideon fyah haffi melt.
Mi move. . .

10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, city down.
Again we move.
10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, city down.

Well up inna di hills where the cool breeze a blow.
Away from di city with di traffic overflow.
The sunshine so pretty, Mama wash outta door.
The flowers dem bloom as the green grass grow.
Mi weed up mi hair tru mi nah have no lawn mow.
Nature plant di few likkle herb seeds mi sow.
Mi put it inna cup and they a watch things a glow.
Jah Earth is so blessed but a nuff man, doh even know.

10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, city down.
And then we move.
10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, dem down.

Well them me pack up everything inna mi scandal bag.
Mi ahgo lef outta di city, dem a live like hog.
A just yesterday dem find two more tag.
Man ah boast and a brag over tings, dats bad.
A yute lef college and him caan get a job.
Looting and shooting, murder dem ah rob.
Yu jook a old lady, steal her handbag.
Knock out a likkle youth and drink him egg nog.
Mi move. . .

10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, city down.
And then we move.
10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, city down.

Well inna di city all mi see is pollution.
Babylon build it up without no solution.
Same so.
Dem build dem constitution.
Fi dem constitution only full a confusion.
Cause.
Inna di city ah di rich man wealth.
The poor man living there without no health.
The bills in time, them caan get help.
Well so Jah set it, the Gideon fyah haffi melt.
Mi move. . .

10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, city down.
Again we move.
10 miles from the city.
Garvey say, 10 miles from town.
Marcus say 10 miles from the city.
Fyah will be burning, city down.

Don’t come to ramp.
Don’t come to play.
10 miles from Kingston dat a Bull Bay.
Cha!
An mi chat it same way.
Rastafari doh have no time to play.





Taken from the album 'The Uprising' by Louie Culture

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