Clinton Fearon - Bucky Massa

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Yesterday may be dead and gone
But the memories linger on
Work, work, work like a honey bee
While Bucky Massa reap the sweet
Work, work, work a we plant the seed
But a way too much greed to feed
I’ve got no choice, I must rebel
So guide I, oh Jah, through the thorns of tomorrow
Guide my arrow
Bucky Massa keep robbin' the poor
Every day him rob some more
Ain’t much more for him to rob
Enough is enough give I and I a break
The fire is hot hotter than hot
And a little bit of faith is all I’ve got
I don’t wanna lose my soul
So guide I, oh Jah, through the thorns of tomorrow
Guide my arrow, my sorrow, oh Jah
Temptation won’t leave I alone
Sometimes I feel like mashin' up the town
Now you think I’m crazy
But I ain’t crazy oh no, no, no, no
You think I’m crazy
But I ain’t crazy oh no, no, no, no
A revolution is in the air
And Bucky Massa him no care
Yesterday may be dead and gone
But the memories linger on
Work, work, work like a honey bee
While Bucky Massa reap the sweet
Work, work, work a we plant the seed
But a way too much greed to feed
I’ve got no choice, I must rebel
So guide I, oh Jah, through the thorns of tomorrow
Guide my arrow
Bucky Massa keep robbin' the poor
Every day him rob some more
Ain’t much more for him to rob
Enough is enough give I and I a break
The fire is hot hotter than hot
And a little bit of faith is all I’ve got
I don’t wanna lose my soul
So guide I, oh Jah, through the thorns of tomorrow
Guide my arrow, my sorrow, oh Jah
Guide and protect us, oh Jah Jah
As we walk trough the valley
Of the shadow of the evening
Guide and protect us, oh Jah Jah
As we walk trough the valley
Of the shadow of the evening
Guide and protect us, oh Jah Jah.