Tonalità: Eb major
Verse 1
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G#
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You got to clean up your hammer and
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C#
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sharpen your sickle
For, black man, in this time of revelation
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Each and every one of us got to face the victory,
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D#m
B
ya (Dread)
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And I beg you to say,
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coming from high places
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Where there is no screw faces
B
D#m
B
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As I man would say
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F#
This is the order of the day, when I play
Verse 2
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B
And I beg you, don't,
D#m
B
don't you cut down them dreadlocks
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F#
Down in prison, yeah, without a reason
E
I said, don't, don't you cut
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down them dreadlocks
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D#m
B
Down in prison, without a reason
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And selfish
Verse 3
F#
barbarism has got to stop
G#
F#
Yeah, coming from the Lord,
a we deem from the top
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G#
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I tell you, say, yeah
G#
So lions and tigers should never be cut
B
C#
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(Yeah)
G#
I say, beat them jock and let
B
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them have a re lapse
I tell you, say,
B
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we bound there
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A#m
D#m
B
And I say, poverty should
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build a land
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And each and every man
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got to understand
D#m
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Then if every man was equal, you see
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You wouldn't have this type
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of poverty (Yeah)
D#m
B
So don't you, don't
Verse 4
D#m
you trim
B
D#m
B
them natty dread
F#
Down in prison (Yeah)
G#
F#
And every man should be
punished for the wrong he do
D#m
And you should make another man feel so blue,
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F#
I say (Yeah)
C#
Well, I say, don't, don't you
Verse 5
F#
G#
D#m
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my brother, yeah (Yeah)
G#
So don't you, don't you get messy,
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my bestie, yeah
G#
D#m
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G#
C#
For some, it's a blessing until you come
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down there
(Yeah, alright)
B
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Simplest thing is this, blam- blam- blam
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What is this in our little
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island? (Yeah)
D#m
B
F#
Don't you, don't you do that to dem,
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F#
Rastaman, in prison (Yeah)
D#m
And the brother man gonna grow his hair
B
D#m
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For a reason (Yeah- yeah, alright,
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ya)
B
Now he who had the wrong, he
Verse 6
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does
B
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B
Kinda does di wrong thing still
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And that thing,
trimming a man without his will
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Is very ill, ya
G#
D#m
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'Cause I got a pill for your fever and chills,
I would say
D#m
F#
Don't you, don't you do that to dem natty dread,
F#
in prison (Yeah)
Port Augusta,
Saint Catherine District Prison
Not even on the way around, ya
Not even on GP, wrong thing to do (Yeah)
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