Culture
one and only
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If i could move, it would only be a crawl.
A perverse creation of an angry man.
There's nothing less in this world, than i think of myself.
All my dignity lost.
Ripped to shreds.
Open wounds never mend.
Built by strength to destroy myself.
Already dead, rotting, as my body quivers for the last time.
The prophecy has come full circle.
The sun will rise, for the last time, as i'm lowered to my final place of bliss.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Reggae Anthology: Culture - Natty Dread Taking Over
- Chanting On
- World Peace
- Payday
- Obeah Peace & Love
- Humble African
- Ras Portraits
- Trust Me
- Wings Of A Dove
- Culture in Culture
- Good Things
- Nuff Crisis!
- Culture At Work
- Lion Rock
- Two Sevens Clash
- Two Sevens Clash: The 30th Anniversary Edition
- Lovers Rock Reggae
- 39 Shades of Reggae
- Everybody Needs Love