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Yah man, bless up
Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm…
No drum, no bass, no fire,
World turn cold, get drier,
Reggae is life, my choir,
Lift up the soul, get higher.
When the music fade away… (away…)
Jah light no longer play,
Reggae is my prayer today (today…)
Don’t take the riddim away.
Silence can break the nation,
Rasta need vibration,
Without the song, frustration,
We chant for salvation.
Where the riddim gone? (Gone, gone away…)
Who will keep it strong? (Jah people say…)
Bring back the sound, bring back the flame,
Music is life, and life is the same.
When the music fade away… (away…)
Jah light no longer play,
Reggae is my prayer today (today…)
Don’t take the riddim away.
Let us feel the vibes
Let the bass move our soul…
Let the drums call Jah…
Let the riddim guide us…
Who oh….
No riddim… no life.
A world without sound is a world that’s cold.
Reggae is more than music… it is prayer.
It is fire, it is vibration, it is the heartbeat of the people.
When the drums are silent, the spirit tires.
When the bass stops, the soul cries.
Without the riddim, the world loses its color,
Its rhythm, its joy.
We chant… we pray… we lift our voices for the sound.
Bring back the music, bring back the fire.
Riddim is life, riddim is prayer, riddim is forever.
No riddim, no life…
And so we bless up,
We give thanks,
We keep the vibration alive.
Yah man… bless up.