Dub Massa - Clinton Fearon

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.