Aroma - Tribal Seeds

The war on the herb was a slaughter

On the oppressor

Roll the cannabis until we bliss

Take another hit and get a lift

Aroma of the herb smoke

Burn the cannabis until we bliss

Aroma of the herb smoke

Take another hit and get a lift

It’s too fun

And I don’t wanna run

Yearn to know why I get a high off the sound

When it comes

Journey to when I was young

Subconscious vibes in the corner of my mind lift me up

Words of the ancient

Reveal a remnant in the beating drum

They lift me up

Words of the ancient

Reveal a remnant in the song

So burn wickedness in high and low places

Shun greed in the richest of the races, they fall

And want to drag us along

Their reward is in the depths of the storm

So burn wickedness in high and low places

Shun greed in the richest of the races, they fall

And want to drag us along

Their reward’s not found

Why oh why oh why

Do the heathens come

Just to be cut down in the sight of the lion

Them haffi run back where they came from

Lest they be triumphed and conquered for their land

Them come from afar

Wielding a gun

And them dare to wage war

Against our kingdom

They’ve ignited the spark

For the battle of the throne

Sound killer let it be known

Who holds the ark of the covenant?

Dread

Who’s I salvation and savior?

A dread

Samson slewed the philistines cuz of his dread

And took the vow of the Nazarene dread

Look what them doing now Jah eyes is red

Can’t steal away the holy lineage

Only thing them ever want from men is to see the blood shed

Them heads haffi roll