Uhuru - Dennis Cruz Feat. Martina Camargo

Ah where, I'll phone ya And how de international farmer I've got the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard I've got the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard Don't cut down the cali tree 'Cause it makes the best tea for me I've seen doctor say, it gives naturally One thing this doctor will need A lot of food To survive and go through, in Babylon I've got the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard I've got the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard Yes, I've walked the streets and seen children downtown Begging everyone they see, and it hurt me It can't be right for what this world do for the youth And the little herb I'm selling, they want to capture me I and I don't cherish wickedness Because it's none profit to I and I I've got the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard, oh I've the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard Anything that is none profit I and I don't take for it Pass it, pass it All over I and I No need to 'fraid Looks like a mansion, ah Life well different Four little birds I've got the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard I've the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard There is a red house over yonder Full of marijuana I've been sitting on the corner Chatting up with the farmer, oh Got the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard I've the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard Free the herb, free the herb Heal the nation Heal the sick Sell, sell that herb To be rich I think what we would want in life There's some of what is going on That we don't want a thing in life To be goin' round like worm, no, no I'd rather do sin- Stalk of Sinsemilla I've got the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard I've the stalk of Sinsemilla Growing in my backyard He dreamt that's what they'd mention For marijuana

What a joy to hear the Utterance of a rasta Long long ago They use to say Rastafari going around Taking little children away But now time is at hand I and i know those Saying was wrong And that rasta let them Know their homeland And seek their culture What a joy to hear the Utterance from a rasta (repeat) I and i was granted To drink from the fountain of life I god will make i hold tight I and i knee will not Wobble i and i A v.i.p international And now they putting Rasta on the air Before that they used Live in fear What a joy to hear the Utterance of a rasta (repeat) There is a way that Seemeth right to man And yet in jah jah sight it wrong It's not what you do is How you do it It's not what you say But how you say it You going be shot with shit Go down in it What a joy to hear the Utterance from a rasta (repeat)

I don't have to tell you things are bad Everybody knows things are bad, it's a depression Everybody is out of work or scares of losing their jobs The dollar buys a nickel's worth Banks are going bust Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter Punks are running wild in the street and nobody Anywhere seems to know what to do it, and there is no end to it But we know: The air is unfit to breath, and our food is unfit to eat So we sit watching our tvs while some local newschaster tells us "Today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent crimes" As if that's it's suposed to be We know things are bad, worst than bad, they're crazy It's like everyone is getting crazy, so we don't go out anymore We sit in the house and slowly to world we are Living in ia getting smaller and all we say is "Please, leave us alone, let me have my toaster My tv and my steel balted radials and I Won't say nothing, just leave us alone!" Well I'm not gonna leave you alone I WANT YOU TO GET MAD!!!