The Battle - Midnite

The Battle.

Thinking of how to cope the battle

How to cope the battle

The everyday toggle of adjustments in the now

Fast life, figure out how to come out

Yeaheee… The Battle

Thinking of how to cope the battle

It’s an honor

It’s a praise

It’s a thunder,

Of the Good thing of the Emperor

Selah

Selassie I Jah

Honoring straight right now from come in

And bless a whole world say it right now

Make the whole Earth remember Abba Selah

Then the rest of the multi-faceted world that we prison up schedule up

Risen of conquering in yah…

Even if it turn to be who will be the recipient later

All praises be on to each and all generation what eat wha

Negus leave yah plead yah…

Lead with lo ami and me a tell you plead with la rumour

These three days later

Risen from the tomb, Jah magnify life and exemplify order

When come Selassie on David throne for?!?

Scripture to fulfill In a linear Karma

The Magi watch the sky see the signs and done know that

It’s the Healer

The Ruler,

The Leader

Cope the Battle

Thinking of how to cope the battle

Genus rag and mass them a quote for them voter

Wrote with a pen and blade need a rotor

Written in the Book of Life crossing over

Numb being amnesia and the weed was broken

Running into the subway in a hoody half frozen

Those said the slavery was for a soul to be ennoble

The Book of Degrees and in what sense tell them plans for

Secession from the whole thing means spoken

Daarth and the Shadows in the hidden anger building boiling

Just to prove them know how you treat them

Treat them with the fairness, clearness, realness, shareness

To each his own

What the world done know, awareness

All over the world… people a bun Sess!!!

Make it burn!!!

The Battle

Just to cope the battle

The battle

How to cope the battle

Just to for the healthiest balance life closis

Working to day when the balance is the closest

Mistakes are blessings of the mote take notice

Ethiopia the remnant, Ethiopia the oldest

Who is the wickedest and who is the oldest

Who is wrong one and still is the oldest

The ancient prophet and seers who script and foretold this

Hidden to the forgotten

Why the whole Earth behold this

Is Rastaman who know

Where his role is planting seed…

In holding upful thoughts we have come too far

Think nothing but the gold rain come down bringing inspiration

Is the days and the seasons

Respect to the host of I ancestral ones.

Knowww!!!

That keeps a battle

Just Life’s a Battle

The Battle

Thinking of how to cope the battle

Many ones to cope the battle

How to cope the battle

How to cope the battle

The Battle

The Battle

That keeps a Battle.