Letra da Música: Tour - Capleton

Yeh!
A instrument ((come fi)) fall a ground
And straighten ya crooked ways
Blessed is the man that walk not
inna de council of di ungodly
Selassie I liveth everytime (me sing!)

After me lef from Jamaica, go foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
This ignore ya gwan perish fi sure

Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure
Rich are getting rich and the poor a get poor
Come back an hear say Panhead skull bore
Come back an hear say Dirtsman skull bore
Hear say John Pope Paul all come yah pon tour
DJ don't ((yah?)) insult me want more
Boogerman ah plan how fi march and tour
Tour Kingston and all go tour Portmore
But me know de whole a dem would-a must dead fi sure
And de DJ dem not gon tease people no more
A pure fussing and fighting dem no unite no more
Alla tell de girls girl dem say bruk out like a sore
It seems like the people dem no love God no more
If Slackness are the sickness then Culture the cure
Ice all mi block an alla whole city

After mi lef Jamaica - foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
If yuh ignore, (Me say!)

After mi come back in Jamaica nuff things gon wrong
Cyaan know di women dem differnet from di man
Whole a dem a just inna di same pollution
Dawn an John a join competition
Man a take the money anna go Obeah man
Man all grudge full and dem no stop envy man
But dem Laborite, and dem labor wrong
Man a walk down road and lik down innocent man
Lik down the little pickanny inna di pram
Dis is one thing me got fi overstand
Most of the youth dem stop dis Rastaman
Dey get fi know the Rasta are di right tradition
And respect Selassie a[s] the almighty one
If Slackness are the fault, Culture the solution

Lef from Jamaica go a foreign and tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
Hold up! Wait a minute!

Come back a Jamaica things naw run right
Man alla fuss and dem no stop from fight
Some long icepick and some haul rusty knife
Man a walk down road and take out innocent life
But dem labor wrong and dem Laborite
Man a walk down road and and take out innocent life
Say Selassie I and alla dem start to fight
Say Emmnuel and nuff a dem alla fight
Say Marcus Garvey and nuff a dem a fight
Woman alla shine and man no stop fight
If Slackness are the darkness, then Culture the light
Ice all mi block an alla whole city

After mi lef from Jamaica go foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
If ya ignore ya gwan (Hoy!)

(This is) most of the thing me tell the people on the tour
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon the door
Make sure your hands clean and make sure ya heart pure
Selassie call you, yourself insecure
Things ya used to do ya not gon do them (No more!)
Place ya use to go ya not gon go there (No more!)
Food ya used to eat ya not gon eat dem (No more!)
Things ya used to say ya not gon say dem (No more!)
Leading dem a gwan like dem whey bruk up like soldiers (say)
See dem a go ((fi dandis?)) upon the seashore --I dont think even Capleton knows what he said here :)

Lef from Jamaica Go foreign pon tour
Preachin teachin the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
Hold up! Wait a minute!

Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure
Rich are getting rich and the poor a get poor
Come back and hear say Panhead skull bore
Come back and hear say Dirtsman skull bore
Yes yah John Pope and I'll come back pon tour
DJ don't ((yah?)) an insult me want more
Buggerman ah plan how fi march and tour
Tour Kingston and all go tour Portmore
But mi know dat alla dem would-a must dead fi sure
And the DJ him naw gon tease people no more
Clashing and fightin dem a unite no more
Alla tell the girl ((dem say rock out like a sore))
It seem like the people them no love God no more
If Slackness are the sickness than Culture the cure
Ice all mi block an alla whole city

After me lef from Jamaica go foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
This ignore ya gwan perish fi sure

After me come back in Jamaica nuff things gon wrong
Cyaan know di women dem different from di man
Alla a dem a just inna di same pollution
Dawn and John a join competition
Man a take di money anna go Obeah man
Man all grudgeful and him no stop envy man
But dem Laborite, and dem labor wrong