Steamers a bubble

Inna di yard, St. Andrew Park
Music a bubble, steamers a bubble
Bun chalice a bubble from morning to dark
And the fire pon the forward jus’ a blaze up

One thing to overs ‘bout Jamaica
We are the confidence of the African continent in the Ras Tafari
No influence is greater
And the state of the nation is testament to why
The people a suffer from a dis-ease of the mind
Them have them enemy as them deity so dem worship the blind
But the real black Madonna is the right full divine
And the king and queen crown same time
Balance!

Inna di yard, St. Andrew Park
Music a bubble, steamers a bubble
Bun chalice a bubble from morning to dark
And the fire pon the forward jus’ a blaze up

The fire jus’ a blaze up
Burning out the evil
While the music free the people
The herb a bring the healing
And the word a bring the knowledge weh we take up
Wicked get shake up when the consciousness wake up

Inna di yard, St. Andrew Park
Music a bubble, steamers a bubble
Bun chalice a bubble from morning to dark
And the fire pon the forward jus’ a blaze up

From generation to generation
The tradition of righteousness is passed on
From the ancients
Setting a precedence of excellence
Ritual devotion
Onto the mastery of the instrument, strings, wind, percussion
And vocal, Nyabinghi vibration, one two order
The most high meditation with the high-grade marijuana

Inna di yard, St. Andrew Park
Music a bubble, steamers a bubble
Bun chalice a bubble from morning to dark
And the fire pon the forward jus’ a blaze up

The fire jus’ a blaze up
Burning out the evil while the music free the people
The herb a bring the healing,
And the word a bring the knowledge weh we take up
Wicked get shake up when the consciousness wake up