CULTURE - Walk With Jah (Trust Me)


tell me how you gonna walk with Jah
when your dirty ways not right?
you walk with your gun
upon my innocent man
so tell me how you gonna walk with Jah?

how you gonna walk with Jah
when your greedy belly too full?

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