Rastas Prayer

Me gotta do the Deeds

to do my soul, search 

siege streets not make

sea sore in the mist of  Jaman

Jet off my soul to flow

fly's,figure fig fog fair to

anyone all enemies,will

be trampled in three drips

What day all,the wronger ones

will be tracked,ride

the train in threes because they

will smoke their deeds.

And We,And We,And We,And We

Deer Rastas,we shall trail

in the goodest ways because 

Jah had sees and seize the keened kindness.

For now leave in the letteradum

Love laff because the love 

Looses,loses,loss laughter

where your loft luv life lives with you.

Long leave de Rastas forever here,above,

winds,waters and over Lund.

If you did not overstood I,ask your Mum or

your Referend((Reverend) I says only the

Cream can understand not the  7 days sour milk.

Go and ask your scholar fund

If not given go the police reports

and deports dhat  you were robbed 

daylight because u were not preparad

well with information.