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So they want to burn up Zion
Gate, the entrance to my home
Lock us in a foreign country
In a modern day ghetto
And our weed, dem a rob
Upon our heads, dem are
Or if dem need a pot at rain time
Yute dem utilize
You dem criticize, you dem scandalize
You dem use again, you de man called friend
And if that man should fall (Upon the oceans they will call)
All Jah musicians (In Iration)
To all those heroes dem may not
Enter into the gardens of life
Oh, thou shall not
Enter into the gardens of life
So they want to teach young lions
Yeah, with them bag of lies
They've taken my heart and soul
They're trading a mountain of gold
Inna a dis a feeling home
All a dem, man, dem haffi go
Uh-oh, uh-oh, man haffi go
Oh, my idren should have known
Who a, a dep up in I yard
W}ho may take my soul
And who left dem gate open?
Go on in, what 'em say
All of dem may take my yard
And all that they take they hold
But still they want to be angels
Be angels
To all those heroes dem may not
Enter into the gardens of life
Oh, they shall not enter into gardens of
Life
Is there a hero among you?
No, not today, or not by tomorrow
They're servicing the highest kingdom of Babylon
No man seems to know, for it's a silent war, how could they know?
So they want to burn up Zion
Gate, pon ya demand
So block headed they don't know, and if so they
Can't see Jah mount Zion, iron sharpen iron
And they build a roadblock in I man town
Hold dem up in country, hold 'em up in Tivoli, I man say
We a de, chant a de, I ya call, Jah-Jah will answer
We a de, chant a de, dem a call, Jah-Jah will answer
We a de, never gwan pass away, Jah-Jah shall guide you
To all those heroes dem may not