| Tired fe lick weed in a bush
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| Tired fe lick pipe in a gully
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| We want to come out in the open
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| Where the breeze can blow it so far away
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| To the North, to the South, to the East
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| And to the West, to the West
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| Talkin' about Jones town
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| Trench town, concrete jungle too
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| From Waterhouse, that’s the West
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| That’s the best, that’s the West
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| From St. Ann’s it comes to you
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| The best kali weed you ever drew
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| So why should you run and hide?
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| From the red seam, the blue seam
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| The khaki clothes too
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| Tired fe lick weed in a bush
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| Tired fe lick chillum in a gully
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| We want to come out in the open
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| Where the breeze can blow it so far away
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| To the North, to the South, to the East
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| And to the West, to the West, ooh now
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| We want, we want to be free
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| From St. Ann’s it comes to you
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| The best kali weed you ever drew
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| So why should you run and hide?
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| From the red seam, the blue seam
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| The khaki clothes too, yes
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| Tired fe lick weed in a bush
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| Tired fe lick pipe in a gully
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| We want to come out in the open
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| Where the breeze can blow it so far away
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| To the North, to the South, to the East
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| And to the West
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| Too much chilies, too much, too much you will Jah
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| Security guard and howl, ooh, yes
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| Tired fe lick weed in a bush
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| We wanna be free, we wanna be free, to be free |