midnite rule the time

Is real

Is Real, Judah the Seed,
His Majestys goodness compel them stand een,
Stand een, in good spirit as Kings and Queens,
Let Jah fortifications be seen,
In Red and Gold and Green.

Them soul inversion population strategies economy a bounce pon trapeze,
Them say the easy fire is seen,
A pity ina metaphor exit leaves yeh,
District I see upon the capital seed,
He have the land devils set them free,
The children to be; nativity,
Aroma, high in a dream for weeks…

Is Real, Judah the Seed,
His Majesty’s goodness compel them stand een,
Stand een, in good spirit as Kings and Queens,
Let Jah fortifications be seen,
In Red and Gold and Green

Cups I rub of flame pride I eat,
Intense prox sunlight as heat,
The fusions of culture a meet
Of what the ancient Cretans speak
Who tell them the Haile cosmo creator asleep?
The children of all the earth a meet

If someone would try to dig up all in town cemetery,
It would be scandal what a desecration certainly,
Especially if them shipping out the country,
Well, what an outrage that would a be brandishly,

The spoils of war and empirical legacy,
Overtaking simple fairness and decency,
Is strong arm, verbal, subtle, bussing up species.
Like worm kill out the whole root of humanity.

White chain, green gold sensi cluster greed
Set up harems for the widows of wars to weep,
Season open when them declare say scatter the sheep,
Pre-tax them, as in double and exact,
A cruel fee, just for Livity

Oh Is Real…Israel…Judah the Seed,
Jah send them stand firm stand een,
Oh Israel…Judah the Seed, Israel