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Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say
St.
Jago
of
the
Vega
and
Kingston
is
gonna
read
And I can see with mine own eyes
It's only a housing scheme that divide
Wat a liiv an bambaie, it dread
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How beautiful it used to be
And it has been destroyed by lightning,
Earthquake and thunder, I say, what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - it dread
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
I take a ride sometimes
On Penn Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison
And when they were about to take him out
He prophesied and said
As
I
have
passed
through
this
gate
No
other
prisoner
shall
enter
and
get
through
And so it is until now
The gate has been locked, so what?
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash, it dread
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash, it bitter, bitter, bitter
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash, a man a go feel it
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash, you better do right