Rock Stone

Rock Stone was my pillow

Rock Stone was my pillow

Rock Stone was my pillow

I say, Rock Stone was my pillow

Rock Stone, was my pillow

Hear the man say...

R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep

Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat

Everyday we terrorize by soldier and police

When the thing dem a drum and di thing dem a beat

From dem a play cowboy, and Indian, and Chief

From the first, to the third, straight up to seven street

One thing in a wi mind a fi trample di beast

And make it in a life, and inherit as the meek

Better the stone dem deh yah

Self employed, cannot get lay off

Mount a work mi have

Can't even get a day off

Who did waan fi stop mi now dem find out seh dem way off

Alright, and mi seh one by one, one by one

One by one, wi stepping out a babylon

Then one by one, one by one

Hail King Selassie the conquering lion

Rock Stone was my pillow

Rock Stone was my pillow

I say, Rock Stone was my pillow

Sizzla Kalonji

Rock Stone, was my pillow (Stephen Ragga Marley, aha!)

Help us Jah

Take us from the slum

Never give up no matter what, strictly fiyah burn

Hail Rasta, take us from the slum

Never give up matter what

King Selassie I blessing come

Sufferation is thing could be no harder time

Got to widen your views, got to broaden your mind

What we face in the ghetto, nowhere else can you find

Hunger, Poverty, a system so unkind

As a matter a fact, there is an after shock

When cold ground was my bed and my pillow was a rock

Try to make it through the system all the doors were lock

Yet nothing beats a try so I ain鈥檛 go stop

Mount a time they write a book on you

A set amount ah crap they'd ah put on you

Yet when yuh in the dirt they wouldn鈥檛 look on you

They would only scorn and wanna wipe the foot on yuh

But, see yah

So open up, Zion door

Ethiopia, Africa for sure

Liberate the poor, the poor, hey

Mi nah lie, true mi hail Selassie I dem wah fi war I

Read mi bible turn to peace and praise Tafari

Good bye Babylon goodbye, goodbye

Open up, zion door

Mount Zion, Ethiopia for sure

Children of Israel, children of Israel

Hey!

Rock Stone was my pillow

Rock Stone was my pillow

I say, Rock Stone was my pillow

Rock Stone, was my pillow

Hear me now

Jah man me cool, nuh stumble like you

Walk pon di street, me nuh gwaan for fool

Arrive at the dance, di mic a mi tool

Eat pon table, sit inna stool

Me black, me brown

Me brown no black

Ribs and mi chest, mi spine and mi back

Wait til you hear, when dis riddim drop

Head yuh toe, yuh body a rock, from me pon di mic

Steve Marley ah chat, firm and strong

Doh step pon the lot

The peaceful, righteous, Rastaman

Rod of correction, inna him hand

Preachin' out to man and woman, give riches to King Solomon

Now, bass come out, and treble a top

Cap an no buck, an nuh buck a no cap

Sweetest singer, was Sugar Minott

Man a come in and ah give me a shot

Dracula turn inna vampire bat

When him see sun, him cyah take dat

Eyes dem dark, fi use contact

I pon the mic, Raggamuffin a chat

Fi mi head dread, me head it no plat

Nuh fraid ah no mouse, nuh fraid ah no rat

Pray to Jah, me never will stop

We hot no cold, wah cold nuh hot

Live in a house, no live in a flat

Up inna Zion, di righteious will top

Jah blow breeze, the devil cannot

Rock Stone was my pillow

Rock Stone was my pillow

I say, Rock Stone was my pillow

Rock Stone, was my pillow