Ganga Man

Him plant a seed
And watch oit grow
When he smoke that weed
His problems go
They go down the hall
And out the door
Around the wall
Need say no more

Give me that T
Yeah yeah

I ask him why you smok
He said, “Why you don’t?”
I said, “maybe I don’t feel like it.”
He said, “well there you go.”

Different smokes
For different folks
But when your God Jah smokes
You hold this and I’ll roll


He rolled it on up
And he smoked it on down
Left with a smile on his face
Without a trace of a frown

His eyes are read
And his feet are bare
His hair is dread
But his SINSE is there


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