Message From The Top - I-Roy

You got to clean up your hammer, and sharpen your sickle

For black man in this time of revelation, each and every one of us got to face

the fickle, yah

Dread

When I beg you to say, coming from high places

Where there is no screw faces

As I man would say

This is the the order of the day, what I play

When I beg you don’t, don’t you cut down them dreadlocks down in prison

Yeah, without a reason

I say don’t don’t you cut down them dreadlocks down in prison without a reason

And selfish botheration has got to stop

Yeah, coming from the Lord though it came from the top, I tell you say, yeah

So lawyers and thieves should never be cops, yeah

When I say, beat them Jah, go let them have a relapse, I tell you say

We round dey

When I say poverty shouldn’t be on the land

And each and every man got to understand

And if every man was equal, you see

You wouldn’t have this type of poverty, yeah

So don’t you, don’t you trim them natty dread down in prison, yeah

Every man should be punished for the wrong they do

You should make them the man feel so blue, I say, yeah

(scatting)

When I say don’t, don’t you do that my brother, yeah, yeah

So don’t you, don’t you get messy and bessy yeah, a so me say, bessy

I tell you, come down here, yeah

Alright

The simplest thing is just blam, blam, blam

What is this in our little island, yeah

Don’t you, don’t you do that to them, Rastaman in prison, yeah

And the brother man kinda grow his hair for a reason, yeah yeah

Alright, yah

Now hear why the wrongie dunce kinda done the wrong thing still

And that thing, trimming a man without his will, is very ill, yah

Cause I got a painful fever and chill, as I would say

Don’t you, don’t you do that to them natty dread in prison, yeah

Fort Augustus, St. Catherine district prison

Not even anywhere around, yah

Not even in GP

A wrong thing to do, yeah