Empty theatre, no sound.
Spotlight on Marley.
Smoke rises to da ceiling.
The room fills witta rasta feelin'
Dis is no baldhead.
Dis is Marley, the great.
Dreads as soft as silk.
Riffs creamy like milk.
I wanna watch fo' de rest of me life.
Face 'gainst guitar as he wails.
He paints da skies wit his sound.
Catches me wit a reggae trap, I'm bound.
Feels like just yesterday.
He was on dis Earth.
I feel his watch, from above.
Flying tru da sky, like a reggae dove.
Sun Is Shining
Forever Loving Jah
Get up, Stand up
Stir It Up
He wanted what he all did... One love... Just one...
**Plus, massive bluntz
We miss you very much. Spread the Love. Spread the kush.
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