La Yerba Del Rey

A slap arrives nyahbingi man
From the cave style
Go cobra the control
Go sugar cane to the control
People have the control

And tell me
What problem do they have with the King's herb
They don't let me smoke and they chase me with their law
The Rasta just wants to smoke a may
At his play, everyday

Punish me
If I harm someone and if not let me
I say it clearly I won't repeat it
The Ganja is blessed by the God of Moses
Chase murderers and non-believers

If I smoke, they come for me
If I sing President, they come for me
They send spies because it's not convenient
For people to smoke and Ganja to open their minds, way

I have things to tell
To those who deny the creation of the omnipresent
Who has given them the power to judge?
Just as they judge me, they will be judged!

And tell me
What problem do they have with the King's herb
They don't let me smoke and they chase me with their law
The Rasta just wants to smoke a may
At his play, everyday

Punish me
If I harm someone and if not let me
I say it clearly I won't repeat it
The Ganja is blessed by the God of Moses
Chase murderers and non-believers

Feel the tremendous sensation between chest and back
And how your soul rises
It's a door to the garden of calm
If you want, I can share it

Feel the power of the holy plant
How it rushes down your throat
Canceling out negativity
Feel the presence, of His Majesty

Oh Lord!

Feel confusion
Manipulation, execution, oppression, corruption
Destruction, discrimination, feel the obsession
To have the nation under control

And then, explain it to me!, I want to know
What problem do they have with the King's herb
They don't let me smoke and they chase me with their law
And the Rasta just wants to smoke a minimum a month!

What problem do they have with the King's herb
They don't let me smoke and they chase me with their law
The Rasta just wants to smoke a may
At his play, everyday

Punish me
If I harm someone and if not let me
I say it now I won't repeat it
The Ganja is blessed by the God of Moses
Chase murderers and non-believers

People of the earth, from God to man
Babylon pursues, Rasta hides it
Some only smoke to get into the mood
While soldiers burn mountains
And I'm not surprised

Because I know there are interests, from businessmen to judges
Officials take commissions, for imposing sanctions
On the ganjaman's who flee from the clenque

And tell me what problem they have with the King's herb
And tell me what problem they have with the Ganja
And tell me why they don't leave peace to the Rasta
And tell me what problem they have