JAH MADE THE HERB
In the beginning, Jah
created Man
Male and female,
according to His Plan
Every beast that crawl
or creep
Birds fly the sky,
Fish swim the deep
Every green herb on
the face of creation
Became as food for
Man, smoke for his meditation
But the Deceiver knew
that man would reflect
On the Judgement of
Jah, in his disrespect
He set man against
man, and Jah's little green herb
Was burned, and called
wicked,
Which it could never
deserve,
No, They call it a
dope
Which no plant can be
For it only brings
wisdom and Jah's light, you see
Jah made the Herb for
the service of Man
Ceasar burned the
Christians in the firey furnace,
Oh Yes,
Jah little children
love the Herb of this land
Mister Po-lice, I'm
tellin' you this-
You're just a
parasite!
Jah Herb will grow
For it's the healing
of the Nations
Tolerance and Good
Will,
Take over separations.
Can't fight the youth
Downpresser Man,
For your works are in
vain,
Against Jah Plan
Take the bars away
Satan
Set Rastaman Free!
Set the Higher One
Free!
For the hotter the
battle,
Is the sweet Jah
victory! One Jah, One Aim, One
Destiny!
Smoke it, smoke it,
Smoke it if you can,
Come and get it, Ganja
Collie Man!
Smoke it, smoke it,
Smoke it every day,
Come and get it, Ganja
Collie Man!
In the King's Palace,
He smokes his chalice
(Words and music by
David Asher and Garrick Owen, Copyright 1991-1996, Addis Music, Tolchok
Publishing, ASCAP)
