Last night, I awoke to a sound so sweet
The soft sound of rain hitting the street
But as I drew closer to my front door
What I heard was not a downpour
Men of all walks jammin' out reggae riffs
The rain was not water, it was, in fact spliffs!
Spliffs were lit, people did smile
I thought I'd stay up and jam for a while
Happiness abound and sweet ***** steam
I opened my eyes, it was all a dream

I lay awake in Babylon, tears in my eyes
My brothers from Zion are deaf to my cries
My chalice, my comfort, I pack the kush up
Bring it to my lips and I take a deep puff
I cry, oppressed
My mind, distressed
Babylon got me down

Me doops and me was woking da street in a bomba reggae style
When to me suprise a goodaz said com and ste a wile
Me doops say nii but me says yes
cause how can i refuse "no ***** dress"

Inside her bungaloo i went for da **** but tasted poo
Oh no i say, dat dont taste good, a ****** now i really shuld
Too late she says you got the Klanga!
now i wish i didnt bangha


Me days are long and ful of strife
I lost me kids and me wife
me nips do hurt and so my wanga
Buts thats the life
of a Bomba Klanga

import becker.robots;
import becker.reggae;

public class ReggaeBoy extends Robot{

public ReggaeBoy(City c, int s, int a, Direction d, String label){
super(c,s,a,d);
this.setIcon("ReggaeBoy.png");
this­.setLabel("Reggae Boy");
}

public void bunUp(){
this.setIcon("kush.png");
this.setColor(GREEN);
th­is.setSpeed(this.getSpeed/2);
}

public void playReggae(int songNumber){
String musicFile = ("bobM.mp3,herbs.mp3,reggaeTime.mp3");
String[] musicFileSplit = musicFile.split(",");
this.playSong(musicFileSplit[songNumber])­;
}
}