by
Alun Buffry
They bin trying to curb
The free use of the 'erb
They don't give 'em no bail,
They just sling 'em in jail.
In the Belly of the Beast of Babylon
And dem people they's a-crying
And all a-wondering why-ing
No drug, no harm, no pain,
And then there be no gain,
In the Belly of the Beast of Babylon
Law won't let 'em people's high.
Them there makes them famlies cry,
And the years are gonna pass,
For 'erb smokers there on mass,
In the Belly of the Beast of Babylon
Them there law-abiding judges,
That bear all freedom people grudges
They gonna rest so calm at night?
When they know them people's fright?
In the Belly of the Beast of Babylon
For to man freedom did God grant,
To reach Him how they want,
And inside just like out,
The 'erb is all about
In the Belly of the Beast of Babylon
And them people's gonna know,
And the spliffs are gonna glow,
And dem prisnors they get high,
And dem Beast are gonna cry,
In the Belly of the Beast of Babylon.
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