Tired Fi Lick Weed - Jacob Miller

Tired fe lick weed in a bush

Tired fe lick pipe in a gully

We want to come out in the open

Where the breeze can blow it so far away

To the north, to the south

To the eas', an' to the wes', to the wes'

Talkin' about Jonestown, Trenchtown, concrete jungle, too

From Waterhouse, that’s the wes', that’s the bes', that's the wes'

From St. Ann's it comes to you

The best kali weed you ever drew

So why should you run and hide

From the red seam, the blue seam, the khaki clothes, too, hmm

Tired fe lick weed in a bush

Tired fe lick chillum in a gully

We want to come out in the open

Where the breeze can blow it so far away

To the north, to the south

To the eas', an' to the wes', to the wes', ooh now

We want, we want to be free.