Good king Selassie looked out on the feast of Marley When the kush lay round about dank and green and sticky Loudly bumped reggae that night As the king did turn When a stoner came in sight Gathering kush to burn
"Come here boy and stand by me if you know this then say; where would that young stoner be at the end of this day?" "My King he lives quite far away rather close to Babylon where exactly I can not say he surely lives in Zion."
"Bring me kush and fine hashish bring me bongs and paper You and I, his base shall reach bringing dank kush vapour!" Island boy and Selassie went across great Zion eyes all red and mouths all dry They rode upon the lion
"King, my eyes are growing white and we smoked our last spliff I fear that I may die tonight play me one last reggae riff..." "Island boy you don't recall who it is you roll wit unto me JAH trusted all of the kush on this planet!"
So Selassie I was blessed they were high once more the stoner was offered the rest of what they had in store Therefore rasta men be sure if you have that dank kush share it with your brothers poor and find yourself with more bush
Based on the classic christmas carol "Good King Wenceslas" I gave it an island twist tho.