Clean Up Your Heart - Sizzla Kalonji

Yeah man.

Bless thy people and seek thine inheritance

Feed them and lift them up also, forevermore…

Nah now-ow!

Oh how!

Oh child from the drugs, stop the abuse

My friend, you going not Jah way, oh gosh yuh lose

Emperor Selassie I !

The Rastaman say clean up yuh heart and come

Yo, you cannot make corruption when ah that Rasta ban

Go clean up your faults and come

Be not hypocrite amongst yourself, African daughters and sons

Go clean up unnu heart and come

Yo, you cannot make corruption when ah that Rasta ban

Go clean up yuh faults and come

Yo!

Ah Babylon, them going down

The whole of them got them one bag of riches with them idol god

Yet shot the ghetto youths and trod the sister like rug

Pretending to be when them not, me know them heart clog

Device and evil mischief, so me know say things bad

Ghetto youths they’re in a gang and ghetto girls they’re in a mob

Unnu tell the ghetto youths about they heritage whey them have

Them can’t dash no salt because they youths them ah no frog

They ghetto youths, them never buy no puss inna no bag

I know Babylon slavery world a government tag

Yow!

nuff ah them ah nyam them hog

In a world of vanity they all get caught

We don’t follow;

Rasta hail Selassie I from unu small

From those who work inna bank, and to those who sleep on sidewalk

From those who drive them car to those who wipe them car glass

Show us love and things go bright

Yow!

true we love on us, so Rasta, Babylon nah stop give we fight yow

Words of thunder coming from we voice

This them can’t stop because it right

You set your laws them so we no fi breach

Ah you ah come class them as gunman and thief

So the youths whey me fi ask them if them never see it

The mystical man when him ah bust through the street

Ah you ah come blast them, yes man top ah we

See it on the place inna Harlem Bobo ah go sweep

Selassie I call them, so me haffi greet

Every little black children, blessed are the meek