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Is covid19 a message from God?
- Thread starter Billy Ocean
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Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say
"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna read"
And I can see with mine own eyes
It's only a housing scheme that divide
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How beautiful it used to be
And it has been destroyed by lightning
Earthquake and thunder, I say
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
I take a ride sometimes
On Penn Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison
And when they were about to take him out
He prophesied and said
"As I have passed through this gate"
"No other prisoner shall enter and get through"
And so it is until now
The gate has been locked, so what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it bitter, bitter, bitter)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (a man a go feel it)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (you better do right)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say
"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna read"
And I can see with mine own eyes
It's only a housing scheme that divide
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How beautiful it used to be
And it has been destroyed by lightning
Earthquake and thunder, I say
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
I take a ride sometimes
On Penn Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison
And when they were about to take him out
He prophesied and said
"As I have passed through this gate"
"No other prisoner shall enter and get through"
And so it is until now
The gate has been locked, so what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (it bitter, bitter, bitter)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (a man a go feel it)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash (you better do right)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
got a pal who all bunker/hunkered in his arsenal/farm who says it is.
His judgement is usually pretty good.
His judgement is usually pretty good.
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some grave sites, out by the highway,
A place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto,
I've lived all over this town
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
This ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit the message, to the receiver,
Hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
You don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
Everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime,
I might not ever get home
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
This ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter,
To last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones,
Ain't got no records to play
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send no postcard,
I ain't got time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we're tapping phone lines,
I know that that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
Or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle, so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
We make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
You ought to get you some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
The burning keeps me alive
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some grave sites, out by the highway,
A place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto,
I've lived all over this town
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
This ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit the message, to the receiver,
Hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
You don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
Everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime,
I might not ever get home
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
This ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter,
To last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones,
Ain't got no records to play
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send no postcard,
I ain't got time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we're tapping phone lines,
I know that that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
Or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle, so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
We make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
You ought to get you some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
The burning keeps me alive
This is clearly some god stuff, probably to punish us for all the liberal gay sex food stamp muslim dance parties that went on during the OBAMA years. Why he waited til 3 years after we elected such a righteous and god fearing man as trump I don't know. god works in mysterious ways. Go to YouTube and check out "The Liberal Redneck" . He may have the answer
