Songtexte Work On Natty - Culture

Jah know His true, believer
It's a fact that I was born
Grown and also schooled
In this ticklish ghetto
And no one can I push around
Natty know, Natty dreadlock knows
For I know the roots

People go to work in the burning sun
And when we get our pay
We just cant take home none
But by the sweat of our brows
We shall all eat bread

So work on, natty work on yeh
Natty work on yeh
Till Jah Jah come

So work on, natty work on yeh
Natty work on yeh
Till Jah Jah come

For sometime it's hard, hard, hard, hard so hard
So very hard, my friend, to get a job
When you work on all day and get pay and walk on the streets, I say
Gun man they all want to shoot you down
And that is a plot why

People got to work in the burning sun
And when we get our pay
We just can't take home none
But by the sweat of our brows
We shall all eat bread
So work on, Natty work on, yeh
Natty work on, yeh
Till Jah Jah come
Work on, Natty work on, yeh
Till Jah Jah come
Natty never get, never get weary
No yeah, never yet, never yet

Jah know

People got to work in the burning sun
And when we get our pay
We just can't take home none
But by the sweat of our browns
We shall all eat bread
So work on, Natty work on, yeh
Work on on Natty, yeh
Till jah Jah come
So work on, Natty work on, yeh
Work on, yeh Natty, yeh
Till Jah Jah come
Jah Jah want no sluggard in Zion
Till Jah Jah come
People got to work, yeah
Do the best you can