Redemption Rock Songtext
von Fred Locks
Redemption Rock Songtext
It′s foundation is in the holy mountains of Zion
Lord God Jah Rastafari loveth all the gates of Zion
More than all the dwelling places of Jacob (Yeah)
Man got to see themselves this day
Doing the right thing to lead the way to Zion
Man got to know themself, and by knowing himself
You got to organize and centralize, know yourself
I tell you 'bout the twelve tribe of Israel (Yeah)
Through repatriation come redemption
Redemption of your soul, where you will never grow old
Mount Zion land, that′s where I and I Rastaman come from
Marcus Garvey told them, say, that freedom is a must
He said that the righteous black man must stand
And the weakheart black man must fall
In other words, say, careless Ethiopian must go down with Babylon
So let your hearts and hand be clean
To rally 'round imperial majesty, red, gold and green
And if your heart no clean, you are go drop out of the scene (Yeah)
So clean hands and a pure in heart shall see Jah
The little that the poor man have
Is better than the riches of many wicked, as I would say
So let your work shine before men
That they may see your good works
And glorify your father which is in Zion
So organize and centralize and know yourself (Yeah)
Seven miles of black starliner coming in the Kingston harbor
When the right time come
It are go dread, it are go dread
It are go dread pon the weakheart
Love and happiness
Lord God Jah Rastafari loveth all the gates of Zion
More than all the dwelling places of Jacob (Yeah)
Man got to see themselves this day
Doing the right thing to lead the way to Zion
Man got to know themself, and by knowing himself
You got to organize and centralize, know yourself
I tell you 'bout the twelve tribe of Israel (Yeah)
Through repatriation come redemption
Redemption of your soul, where you will never grow old
Mount Zion land, that′s where I and I Rastaman come from
Marcus Garvey told them, say, that freedom is a must
He said that the righteous black man must stand
And the weakheart black man must fall
In other words, say, careless Ethiopian must go down with Babylon
So let your hearts and hand be clean
To rally 'round imperial majesty, red, gold and green
And if your heart no clean, you are go drop out of the scene (Yeah)
So clean hands and a pure in heart shall see Jah
The little that the poor man have
Is better than the riches of many wicked, as I would say
So let your work shine before men
That they may see your good works
And glorify your father which is in Zion
So organize and centralize and know yourself (Yeah)
Seven miles of black starliner coming in the Kingston harbor
When the right time come
It are go dread, it are go dread
It are go dread pon the weakheart
Love and happiness
Writer(s): Stafford Anthony Elliott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

