Message From The Top

You got to clean up your hammer, and sharpen your sickle
For black man in this time of revelation, each and every one of us got to face
the fickle, yah
Dread
When I beg you to say, coming from high places
Where there is no screw faces
As I man would say
This is the the order of the day, what I play
When I beg you don’t, don’t you cut down them dreadlocks down in prison
Yeah, without a reason
I say don’t don’t you cut down them dreadlocks down in prison without a reason
And selfish botheration has got to stop
Yeah, coming from the Lord though it came from the top, I tell you say, yeah
So lawyers and thieves should never be cops, yeah
When I say, beat them Jah, go let them have a relapse, I tell you say
We round dey
When I say poverty shouldn’t be on the land
And each and every man got to understand
And if every man was equal, you see
You wouldn’t have this type of poverty, yeah
So don’t you, don’t you trim them natty dread down in prison, yeah
Every man should be punished for the wrong they do
You should make them the man feel so blue, I say, yeah
(scatting)
When I say don’t, don’t you do that my brother, yeah, yeah
So don’t you, don’t you get messy and bessy yeah, a so me say, bessy
I tell you, come down here, yeah
Alright
The simplest thing is just blam, blam, blam
What is this in our little island, yeah
Don’t you, don’t you do that to them, Rastaman in prison, yeah
And the brother man kinda grow his hair for a reason, yeah yeah
Alright, yah
Now hear why the wrongie dunce kinda done the wrong thing still
And that thing, trimming a man without his will, is very ill, yah
Cause I got a painful fever and chill, as I would say
Don’t you, don’t you do that to them natty dread in prison, yeah
Fort Augustus, St. Catherine district prison
Not even anywhere around, yah
Not even in GP
A wrong thing to do, yeah