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