When the beat starts pumping, that’s it -- yeah
The hitman’s on the mic getting lyrically sick
My boys with the tools to groove to make you want to move
The p.o.d. is rockâ€

youth_of_the_nation

Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known, cause I'd have kissed my mama goodbye

I didn't tell her that I loved her, how much I cared
Or thank my pops for a

will_you

See you sittin' next to the window in the bedroom
She brakes down - brakes down
Crying over something and starin' into nothin'
Afraid now - hate now
Wanting, needing,

shouts

Check check 1, 2,
I dream massive,
Spread love to the nation,
Jah people all over the world,
Since 1992,
Spreadin’ love,
Givin’ shouts,
To all of our

the_messenjah

I message, written in rhyme, prophetic
Teachers amongst the skeptics and guiding the misdirected
Infected with their lies and their alibis
With their third eye blind, out of