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From Creation by Junior Kelly album cover

From Creation

by Junior Kelly

Lyrics
Ayy
Re-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah, oh-oh-oh-oh
Re-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah, oh-oh-oh, oh
Re-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah, oh-oh-oh-oh
Re-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah, oh-oh-oh, oh

From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, they boom down police station
Oh, aow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I hail the king and burn Pope John, woii
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, they face the sufferation
Oh, aow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, them know the right from the wrong

Take a look inna mi face and tell me what you see
You see the warrior weh go send you to the cemetery
For the poor people you no show no regard
Fighting for the trophy and you fighting for award
Dutty well tough, things down here hard
Yet, still you find money fi fly out and sail go abroad
Well, here comes your weeping
Rastafari deh pon your case, we not sleeping
Pass the broom and make me do the clean sweeping

Action time and we no inna the big speech things
Wheres our government is reaching
Yo, aow

From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I boom-boom-boom down police station
Oh, aow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I hail the king and burn Pope John, woii
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I face, I face the sufferation
Oh, aow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I hold the right, then let go the wrong

Bun your spawn with many stripe
Bun Babylon fi Babylon nah wan' you light
Thunder deh roll and then the lightning a go strike
Rasta hold him seed 'cause I am not their type
Mi no join the bling and Rasta don't join the hype
Them no reach mi levels, them no reach mi heights
No sight weh mi sight, woii

From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I boom-boom-boom down police station
Oh, aow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I hail the king and burn Pope John, woii
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I face, I face the sufferation
Oh, aow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I hold the right and let go the wrong

What's the matter with the system that we living?
Baby man waan take, them no waan do no giving
I and I haffi help out the youth dem from them willing

And then me bun out Babylon fi see what him sitting
Oh-oh, aow
Miss Mary, tell me what's the matter
You say you cyan find no sugar nor no butter

Bun out Babylon, we have the youth dem down inna the gutter
When we shoulda and a shoulda like a
Bird we down yah struggle and a flutter
Oh, aow

From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I boom-boom-boom down police station
Oh, aow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I hail the king and burn Pope John, woii
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I face, I face the sufferation
Oh, aow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I hold the right, then let go the wrong

Take a look inna mi face and tell me what you see
You see the warrior weh go send you to the cemetery

But from our poor people you have no regard
You fighting for the trophy, fighting for award
Things down here tough, time well hard
Yet, still you find money fi fly out and sail go abroad
Well, here comes your weeping
Rastafari deh pon your case, we not sleeping
Pass the broom and make me do the clean sweeping
Action time and we no inna the big speech things

Wheres our government is reaching?

Oh, aow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I boom-boom-boom down police station
Oh, aow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rasta man, I bless the king...