Reality

The wages of sin is death
And the gift of Jah is eternal life
Blessed is the man that trod in the way of God

Chorus:
A reality the Prezident talk
Almighty God my rod and my staff
God fearing man me take back talk
In the counsel of the ungodly I no walk
Word to the mother don't kill your brother
Not for a dime I say neither for a dollar
Don't try to stop him when climbing the ladder I would rather we come together and live as one like birds of a feather
A kingdom divided by itself must fall few are chosen while many are called Black people wise up rise up this is no time to stall
Word up the world get corrupt
People nowadays them nah live up
Every day blood just a splash like ketchup
Who no get stab up, them get chop up
Who no get chop up, them get shot up
All war monger tell them to back up
No think man fool no take man fi mammoth
This is not Costello nor him friend
Abbott clean up your mind if you know that you corrupt
Messenger from God tell the people them to live up

Chorus

The meek shall inherit the earth that me know
Ask me how me know, the bible say so
Tired to see innocent blood a flow
Follow Prezident and make your heart grow
Soft answer that turn away wrath
But the grieveth words only stir anger

 

Writers: F Cotterell / C Dodd
Publishers: Cosmo Music (BMG) / Jamrec Music
Musicians: All instruments by Barry O'Hare