Rebel Priest – Boom Viniyard

Rasta Love
Rasta Love

Am a priest but am a Rebel
Man is God and man is devil
Punnany is the reason for my troubles
It’s not my ego
I can’t get enough it seems
A simple touch rise it up with ease
But I can’t sex away my dreams
Semen dreams with these water Queens
Yo rude boy I gotta tell you
Life with a girl can bring such sorrow
When it’s sweet in the hole
You make her toes curl
But when drama unfolds
Love turns so cold

I play the field cause am a field warrior
I keep it real cause am a real warrior
Hurting ladies, aborted fetus
We break up for reasons but why the future
Too many stars never live to shine
I know I can make it one more time
Life is mystic and the concepts divine
More precious than golden coins

Baby mama no more drama
Cause we were young, but now we are older
And every child needs his mama his dada
Don’t hurt the future, help us father
The youths are suffering
Can a mother cease care for the belly pain
The child she bare from him, whom she won’t love again

I play the field cause am a field warrior
I keep it real cause am a real warrior
Hurting ladies, aborted fetus
We break up for reasons but why the future
Too many stars never live to shine
I know I can make it one more time
Life is mystic and the concepts divine
More precious than golden coins

I gotta hail the warriors from the N.Y.C.
Big up the family, yo what’s Miami
The light of the world reach the West Indies
Rasta run the heavens, the earth the seas
We burn pope Benedict and Hercules
And hail Melchizedek the higher priest
We show them love, but they want no peace
Give me love, but if it’s war, ANY MEANS
Special Respect to the Black Nation
Volcano erupt from the Volcanic land
From the annex Black sand rise a thunderstorm
They can’t keep us calm, They can’t keep us calm

By Boom Viniyard

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