Listen
There’s a natural mystic blowing thru the air
If you listen carefully now you will hear
There’s a natural spirit of wickedness in the air
Be careful not to let it take you there
Sweeping away your righteousness for envy’s sake
Be careful not to taste the judge’s cake
For that’s not your place
Don’t lose sight of who creates
What Yah has brought together, let no man put asunder
For to you, it may be a great wonder
But be leery of the spell you’re under
It is not us who will fall, but you will crumble