Golden Crown (Dub Poetry)

Verse1

From the hills of Clarendon, hear the sound,

Where the bamboo bass vibrate the ground.

It’s not just music, it’s the heartbeat deep,

Waking up the elders from their slumber sleep.

Chekeh, chekeh, chekeh—the guitar strum,

Talking 'bout the journeys and the things to come.

A one-drop rhythm, slow and steady pace,

Bringing healing energy to the human race.

Roots rock reggae, feel it in your bone,

A vibration meant to take you back home.

Chores

Up in the morning, dreadlocks flowing,

Jah Rastafari, keep the love growing.

Babylon system try to bring I down,

But Rasta smile and wear a golden crown.

Verse2

Beautiful Jamaica, land of wood and water,

Motherland of struggle, fatherland of daughter.

Misty mountains rising high in the blue,

Where the morning sun shows a different hue.

From the concrete of Kingston, the hustler's street,

To the sandy shores where the ocean meet.

See the higgler lady with her goods in hand,

Representing strength throughout the land.

Eat some ackee and saltfish, warm and nice,

Everything is mellow in this island paradise.

Chores

Up in the morning, dreadlocks flowing,

Jah Rastafari, keep the love growing.

Babylon system try to bring I down,

But Rasta smile and wear a golden crown.

Verse3

Rastaman shaking his locks in the wind,

Speaking of truths that the nations sinned.

No boundary, no color, we are all one heart,

Building up the future, making a new start.

It’s a sonic defiance against the Babylon scheme,

Living in the light of the visionary dream.

Through the pain and the struggle, we rise again,

Like the heavy tropical pouring rain.

Never surrender to the darkness you see,

Reggae is the fire that sets the spirit free.

Chores

Up in the morning, dreadlocks flowing,

Jah Rastafari, keep the love growing.

Babylon system try to bring I down,

But Rasta smile and wear a golden crown.

Verse4

Turn up the sound system, let the bass boom,

Chasing all the negativity out of the room.

Gal and bwoy a wine, feel the loving vibration,

This is the rhythm of the Jamaican nation.

It’s a spiritual dance in the dancehall spot,

Giving it all we got, yeah, giving it all we got.

It’s the soul of the people, the voice of the poor,

Always opening the locked and closed door.

Chores

Up in the morning, dreadlocks flowing,

Jah Rastafari, keep the love growing.

Babylon system try to bring I down,

But Rasta smile and wear a golden crown.

Verse5

So let the chant continue, let the message spread,

Remembering the words the prophets said.

From the Kingston rubble to the world stage,

Writing a new, beautiful reggae page.

Positive vibration, pure love, no hate,

Reggae music, girl and boy, it is our fate.

It flows like the river, it lingers in the air,

A beautiful reggae blessing, here and everywhere.

Outro

Yeah man. One love to all People al over the world!