Yeah, man   Jah will be waiting there, we a shout   Jah will be waiting there      In this world of calamity   Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy   And police weh abuse dem authority   Media clowns weh nuh know 'bout variety, boom      The youngest veteran a go murder dem slow   Ragga muffin' sent to call me from the bush bungalow   Unnu watch mek I clear out my voice now Figaro   Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow      Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low   Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Biggalow   Bust of trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe   A two gun mi have mi bust dem inna stereo 'cause      I got to keep on walking   On the road to Zion, man   We got to keeps it burning   On the road to Zion, man      Clean and pure meditation without a doubt   Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out   Jah will be waiting there, we a shout   Jah will be waiting there      In this world of calamity   Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy   And police weh abuse dem authority   Media clowns weh nuh know 'bout variety      Single parents weh need some charity   Youths weh need some love and prosperity   Instead of broken dreams and tragedy   By any plan and any means and strategy      Say, we got to keep on walking   On the road to Zion, man   I've been waiting to do this track with you man, yeah, ha, ha   Yeah, yeah      You know, they know   We got to keep on walking   On the road to Zion, man   Yeah, you gotta keep walking y'all   You gotta keep      Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless   I'm havin' daymares in daytime   Wide awake try to relate   This can't be happenin' like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin'      Cause what I'm seein' is haunting   Human beings like ghost and zombies   President Mugabe holding guns to innocent bodies   In Zimbabwe      They make John Pope seem Godly   Sacrilegious and blasphemous   In my lifetime I look back at paths I've walked   Where savages fought and pastors taught      Prostitutes stomp in high heel boots   And badges screaming,"Young black children, stop or I will shoot"   I look back at cooked crack   Plus cars that pass by      Jaguars mad fly   And I'm guilty for materialism   Blacks is still up in the prison   Trust that      So save me your sorries, I'm raising an army   Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley   We sparkin' the ions, marching to Zion   You know how Nas be NYC, state of mind I'm in      In this world of calamity   Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy   And police weh abuse dem authority   Media clowns weh nuh know 'bout variety, boom      The youngest veteran a go murder dem slow   Ragga muffin' sent to call me from the bush bungalow   Unnu watch mek I clear out my voice now Figaro   Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow      Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low   Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Biggalow   Bust of trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe   A two gun mi have mi bust dem inna stereo 'cause      I got to keep on walking   On the road to Zion, man   We got to keeps it burning   On the road to Zion, man      Clean and pure meditation without a doubt   Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out   Jah will be waiting there, we a shout   Jah will be waiting there      Clean and pure meditation without a doubt   Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out   Jah will be waiting there, we a shout   Jah will be waiting there      In this world of calamity   Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy   And police weh abuse dem authority   Media clowns weh nuh know 'bout variety      Single parents weh need some charity   Youths weh need some love and prosperity   Instead of broken dreams and tragedy   By any plan and any means and strategy      Instead of broken dreams and tragedy   Youths weh need some love and prosperity   Instead of broken dreams and tragedy   By any plan and any means and any strategy, ay, say      I got to keep on walking   On the road to Zion, man   You know, we got to keep on walking   On the road to Zion, man