La Yerba Del Rey
Una palmada llega nyahbingi man
Desde la cueva style
Anda cobra el control
Anda caña al control
La gente tiene el control
Y díganme
Que problema tienen con la yerba del Rey
No me dejan fumar y me persiguen con su ley
El Rasta solo quiere fumarse un may
A su play, everyday
Castíguenme
Si hago daño a alguien y si no déjenme
Se lo digo claro no lo repetiré
El Ganja está bendito por el Dios de Moisés
Persigan asesinos y no creyentes
Si fumo, bien que vienen a por mi
Si canto Presidente, vienen a por mi
Mandan polizontes porque no conviene
Que la gente fume y el ganja abra su mente, way
Tengo cosas que decirle
A quienes reniegan de la creación del omnipresente
¿Quién les ha dado el poder para juzgar?
¡Del mismo modo que me juzgan, juzgados serán!
Y díganme
Que problema tienen con la yerba del Rey
No me dejan fumar y me persiguen con su ley
El rasta solo quiere fumarse un may
A su play, everyday
Castíguenme
Si hago daño a alguien y si no déjenme
Se lo digo claro no lo repetiré
El Ganja está bendito por el Dios de Moisés
Persigan asesinos y no creyentes
Siente la tremenda sensación entre pecho y espalda
Y como se eleva tu alma
Es una puerta al jardín de la calma
Si quieres, puedo compartirla
Siente el poder de la planta santa
Como se abalanza por tu garganta
Anulando negatividad
Siente la presencia, de su Majestad
Oh Lord!
Siente confusión
Manipulación, ejecución, opresión, corrupción
Destrucción, discriminación, siente la obsesión
Por tener a la nación bajo control
Y después, explícamelo!, quiero saber
Que problema tienen con la yerba del Rey
No me dejan fumar y me persiguen con su ley
Y el Rasta solo quiere fumarse un mínimo al mes!
Que problema tienen con la yerba del Rey
No me dejan fumar y me persiguen con su ley
El Rasta solo quiere fumarse un may
A su play, everyday
Castíguenme
Si hago daño a alguien y si no déjenme
Se lo digo ahora no lo repetiré
El Ganja está bendito por el Dios de Moisés
Persigan asesinos y no creyentes
Gente de la tierra, de Dios para el hombre
Babylon persigue, rasta la esconde
Unos solo fuman pa entrar en ambiente
Mientras militares queman montes
Y no me sorprende
Porque sé que hay intereses, desde empresarios a jueces
Funcionarios cobran comisiones, por poner sanciones
A los ganjaman's que huyan del clenque
Y díganme qué problema tienen con la yerba del Rey
Y díganme qué problema tienen con el Ganja
Y díganme por qué no dejan el paz al Rasta
Y díganme qué problema tienen
The King's Herb
A slap arrives nyahbingi man
From the cave style
Go cobra the control
Go sugar cane to the control
People have the control
And tell me
What problem do they have with the King's herb
They don't let me smoke and they chase me with their law
The Rasta just wants to smoke a may
At his play, everyday
Punish me
If I harm someone and if not let me
I say it clearly I won't repeat it
The Ganja is blessed by the God of Moses
Chase murderers and non-believers
If I smoke, they come for me
If I sing President, they come for me
They send spies because it's not convenient
For people to smoke and Ganja to open their minds, way
I have things to tell
To those who deny the creation of the omnipresent
Who has given them the power to judge?
Just as they judge me, they will be judged!
And tell me
What problem do they have with the King's herb
They don't let me smoke and they chase me with their law
The Rasta just wants to smoke a may
At his play, everyday
Punish me
If I harm someone and if not let me
I say it clearly I won't repeat it
The Ganja is blessed by the God of Moses
Chase murderers and non-believers
Feel the tremendous sensation between chest and back
And how your soul rises
It's a door to the garden of calm
If you want, I can share it
Feel the power of the holy plant
How it rushes down your throat
Canceling out negativity
Feel the presence, of His Majesty
Oh Lord!
Feel confusion
Manipulation, execution, oppression, corruption
Destruction, discrimination, feel the obsession
To have the nation under control
And then, explain it to me!, I want to know
What problem do they have with the King's herb
They don't let me smoke and they chase me with their law
And the Rasta just wants to smoke a minimum a month!
What problem do they have with the King's herb
They don't let me smoke and they chase me with their law
The Rasta just wants to smoke a may
At his play, everyday
Punish me
If I harm someone and if not let me
I say it now I won't repeat it
The Ganja is blessed by the God of Moses
Chase murderers and non-believers
People of the earth, from God to man
Babylon pursues, Rasta hides it
Some only smoke to get into the mood
While soldiers burn mountains
And I'm not surprised
Because I know there are interests, from businessmen to judges
Officials take commissions, for imposing sanctions
On the ganjaman's who flee from the clenque
And tell me what problem they have with the King's herb
And tell me what problem they have with the Ganja
And tell me why they don't leave peace to the Rasta
And tell me what problem they have