Rock Stone (feat. Sizzla & Capleton)

Rock Stone was my pillow
Rock Stone was my pillow
Rock Stone was my pillow
I say, Rock Stone was my pillow
Rock Stone, was my pillow

Hear the man say
R-R-Rock Stone was my pillow, couldn't find a place to sleep
Pots are empty, we gotta find food to eat
Every day we’re terrorized by soldiers and cops
When the drums are pounding and the beat just won’t stop
They’re playing cowboys, Indians, and chiefs
From the first to the third, all the way to Seventh Street
One thing on our minds is to trample the beast
And make it in life, inherit like the meek

Better the stones are here
Self-employed, can’t get laid off
Got a ton of work
Can’t even get a day off
Who wanted to stop me now, they found out they’re way off
Alright, and I say one by one, one by one
One by one, we’re stepping out of Babylon
Then one by one, one by one
Hail King Selassie, the conquering lion

Rock Stone was my pillow
Rock Stone was my pillow
Rock Stone was my pillow
I say, Rock Stone was my pillow
Sizzla Kalonji
Rock Stone, was my pillow (Stephen Ragga Marley, aha!)

Help us Jah
Take us from the slums
Never give up no matter what, strictly fire burn
Hail Rasta, take us from the slums
Never give up no matter what
King Selassie I’s blessings come
Suffering is something that could be no harder time
Gotta widen your views, gotta broaden your mind
What we face in the ghetto, nowhere else can you find
Hunger, poverty, a system so unkind
As a matter of fact, there’s an aftershock
When cold ground was my bed and my pillow was a rock
Trying to make it through the system, all the doors were locked
Yet nothing beats a try, so I ain’t gonna stop
A lot of times they write a book on you
A set amount of crap they’d put on you
Yet when you’re in the dirt, they wouldn’t look at you
They would only scorn and wanna wipe their feet on you
But, see ya
So open up, Zion door
Ethiopia, Africa for sure
Liberate the poor, the poor, hey

I’m not lying, true I hail Selassie, they want to war I
Read my Bible, turn to peace and praise Tafari
Goodbye Babylon, goodbye, goodbye
Open up, Zion door
Mount Zion, Ethiopia for sure
Children of Israel, children of Israel
Hey!

Rock Stone was my pillow
Rock Stone was my pillow
Rock Stone was my pillow
I say, Rock Stone was my pillow
Rock Stone, was my pillow

Hear me now
Jah man, I’m cool, don’t stumble like you
Walk on the street, I’m not acting a fool
Arrive at the dance, the mic is my tool
Eat at the table, sitting on a stool
I’m black, I’m brown
I’m brown, not black
Ribs and my chest, my spine and my back
Wait till you hear, when this rhythm drops
From head to toe, your body rocks, when I’m on the mic
Steve Marley’s chatting, firm and strong
Don’t step on the lot
The peaceful, righteous Rastaman
Rod of correction, in his hand
Preaching out to man and woman, giving riches to King Solomon

Now, bass comes out, and treble’s on top
Cap and no buck, and no buck on a cap
Sweetest singer was Sugar Minott
Man comes in and gives me a shot
Dracula turns into a vampire bat
When he sees the sun, he can’t take that
Eyes are dark, gotta use contacts
I’m on the mic, Raggamuffin’s chatting
For my head dread, my head is not plaited
Not afraid of no mouse, not afraid of no rat
Pray to Jah, I’ll never stop
We’re hot, no cold, what’s cold ain’t hot
Live in a house, don’t live in a flat
Up in Zion, the righteous will top
Jah blows breeze, the devil cannot

Rock Stone was my pillow
Rock Stone was my pillow
I say, Rock Stone was my pillow
Rock Stone, was my pillow