Irie

It is common that in front of you there are
Thousands of problems that you have to face
Suddenly your present gets ugly
And you don't know which way to go

Irie, if the battle is tough
Calm, victory is sweeter
Irie, we smoke from the kayah
Calm, we know where we are going

No one understands, we are something strange among people
And I am just a son of Jah, not a criminal
They lie, they tarnish our image
But with the highest one, don't even try
And the cops, who come with the bomboclaat
They don't like us smoking ganjah and threaten with one shots
It's harder when you feel the current against you
Listen to this

Irie, if the battle is tough
Calm, victory is sweeter
Irie, we smoke from the kayah
Calm, we know where we are going

Listen to what the Rasta brother sings
Positive vibration to the heart
Energy rises and my people rise
Ganjah lit for meditation
Sit down and listen to what the Rasta brother sings
Release your worries, relax and listen to my song
Let it enter your heart
Let it ignite the flame within you

Irie, if the battle is tough
Calm, victory is sweeter
Irie, we smoke from the kayah
Calm, we know where we are going

It is common that in front of you there are
Thousands of problems that you have to face
Suddenly your present gets ugly
And you don't know which way to go

Irie, if the battle is tough
Calm, victory is sweeter
Irie, we smoke from the kayah
Calm, we know where we are going