In The Abundance Of Water A Fool

Well I Am Always Interested My People's Right. But I Will Push Myself To A Revolution Without Arms.

Tell Me What You Think It Means.

We Are The Children Of The Rastaman We Are The Children Of The Higher Man

It Take Many A Year, Mon, And Maybe Some Bloodshed Must Be, But Righteousness Someday Prevail.

A Hungry Mob Is An Angry Mob.