De La Tierra Crece
Zona Ganjah
From the Earth Grows
The people of Babylon know well that my ganjah is a plant
And that my people love to smoke it
They know, they see, it grows from the earth, so let us use it
Why deprive my people of this well-being
If it's as normal as any natural fruit
Were you not taught to respect Mother Earth
Then let us smoke from the fruit she gives us, to Jah
Praise for the holy herb
To Babylon, the fire for prohibiting us from this plant
And they cannot extinguish the cane while it burns
And the smoke in my throat and the smoke lifts me
And I find so much peace, so content is my soul
My meditation is I&I leading me to calm
I feel, I think deep within me
Well-being irie, I smoke my spliff
The people of Babylon know well that my ganjah is a plant
And that my people love to smoke it
They know, they see, it grows from the earth, so let us use it
They continue with the same story that my ganjah leads you to misery
What's happening, we are serious people
Conscious meditation, we know the matter
We are real, we smoke consciously
And we enjoy elevated
We go inspired by the grace of the Most High
And I, who rise for my well-being
Absolute, I smoke a fruit
And in a minute, I enjoy absolute well-being
I receive blessings with inspiration from the highest power in Zion
Smoking without seeds, ganjah medicine, sacred herb, divine creation
The people of Babylon know well that my ganjah is a plant
And that my people love to smoke it
They know, they see, from the earth, it grows so let us use it, again
The people of Babylon know well that my ganjah is a plant
