Campyard - Culture

Wooo.

what a trial that a gwan a Rasta yard

Look at them a come with the machete and them gun

Them come.

them reap what them no sow

What a gwan in the early morning a Rasta ganja field

Come into the mountains

Sight I and I grandfather

Planting marijuana, naw make no war

Come with your disrespect

Take away I chalice, carry gone a campyard

And when you reach the campyard

You mash-up I kutchie

And the whole a Rasta weed gone aboard

You know why?

If you never sell it

How come you could a tell I, how much a pound for it?

Hear this!

Early, early morning the man them on parade

Run Rasta, run them a come

Hide the barn, hide the kutchie!

Come with your disrespect

Start boy-up I grandfather

Haul and pull him all over

Take away Sister Mary

From around the fire

Carry gone a prison ??

Come into the mountains

Sight I and I grandfather

Planting marijuana, naw make no war

I love the birds them

The birds love the Rasta

We reap marijuana together

Why you come to the mountains

Trouble I and I grandfather?

Planting marijuana, naw make no war

We naw run, we naw run!

Adopted from King Solomon

This marijuana, granted to the hands of black man

Now and then we smoke it

Another time we boil it

Good for all sickness and pain

Come into the mountains

Sight I and I grandfather

Planting marijuana, naw make no war

Go back a station, I come to save creation

Free marijuana at large

Go back a station, trouble some police man

We planting marijuana, naw make no war

Come into the mountains

Sight I and I grandfather

Leave.

the trouble that na trouble you…