We Ova Inna Tribe Haffe Call To A Nation
So Inna Direct Communification
Heal Your Wounds In Dysya Bloody Dimension
Because The End Could Be A Violent Solution
Words Are Not Dead Create Revolution
We Haffe Grow...
Nation We Call, Words Heal Them All
Rock Dem Tribal, Cyan Never Fall
Ram De Dance Hall, Warrior Prepare Fi De End
Tribe To A Nation
We Grow!!
All We Do Is Believe
No Turning Back
We Fall From Our Wounds, But These Words Aren't Dead
He Who Lives Must Be Prepared For The End
Change Is The Law Of Life
No Falling Back
We Fall From The Wounds, But These Words Aren't Dead
He Who Lives Must Be Prepared For The End
Push Up - Mash Up - Get Up - Stand Up - Tribe Up -
Feel Up - Rise Up - Turn Up - Sing Up - Shout Up -
Speak Up - Move Up - Hail - Look Up - Free Up -
Crash Up - Jam Up - Seal Up - Sign Up - Stick Up -
Push Up
Tribe To A Nation
We Grow!!Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
All but two hours of pushin' brooms
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out suit and shoes,
I don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't a lock
When no one's around,
I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
All but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.