Wind Blower

The Light of Jah is my guide The Sun is shining upon us The Wind is blowing in the mountains And I Can hear suffering screams My flute is now ready to cry Against Babylon ready to fight Blowa blowa blowa the system is falling Powa Powa powa the politician calling Wicked man wicked man rasta no fooling Smoke smoka smoka ganja spliff is now burning The street no police is the place where we grow up Humanity disease is the mind not corona Babylon is trying to changing us with its rules Materialism and money increase capitalism's diffusion Time Time Time flowing faster and faster Life Life Life getting harder and harder Burn Burn Burn is too late for disaster Ganja Ganja Ganja is the life of the rasta Australia Brazil crying in the flame The flute is now blowing to stop this nasty fail Please remember that world is not a game This is motherland nature sun and prayer