Bunji Garlin & Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley - The Message

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Trinidadian soca star Bunji Garlin and Jamaican Grammy-winning reggae artist Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley team up on "The Message," a passionate forward-thinking song fighting for the souls of our youth and the future generation.

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The two Caribbean artists merge soca, dancehall and reggae into a universal sound on this world cry anthem, produced by Philip "Jr. Blender" Meckseper. They go verse for verse addressing society's illls and Marley delivers a powerful hook aspiring for change. "There is music in your soul, minerals in your soil, children full of beauty worth way much more than oil. While history unfolds, don't let the good things spoil, oh no."

Bunji Garlin gives more insight behind the collaboration."We recorded this song at Gong's studio in Florida. It was a 4am studio session after we spent about an hour and a half just talking and getting a vibe off of each other's knowledge, views and energies. I appreciate the project and artist because we were able to let both our musical backgrounds work for us to execute this. It is almost a fable to see the son of reggae legend and also a legend in his own right and artist of the soca genre meld so effortlessly."

Bunji Garlin & Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley - The Message (Lyrics)

There's music in your soul, minerals in your soil
Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil
While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil
Oh no, no

(Verse 1)
I apologize, seeing the crime rate rising infinite
Everywhere people around me a drop like fly yet I live in it
I look to the sky and ask almighty when will it finish
Is this a sign of the last days, the last few minutes
Cause the land overrun with knives and guns and murderous gimmicks
Good people around while bad pree murderous limits
I keep my faith and wait cause I know evil can't win it
But this is not the time nor the place for the punks and timid

In a world that's suppose to be peaceful, every little youth turn killa
None a dem have respect for the laws of land dem a real blood spilla
Them forgot when the parents lay dem down in the beds and pilla
Saying son you have to be a good boy but them get bigger and pull trigger
Every question gunshot is the answer well go figure
Them don't want to dig deep in their heart searching for the goodness like..
We a grave digger, well this message from Bunji Garlin and the one Gongzilla
Almighty is telling you

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Can I walk the Savannah at least, buy my pholourie in peace
Without being trailed by a full detail of ten bodyguard and police
Must supm inna island breeze, mek violence spread like disease
Cause most juvenile guns out and while with no respect for og
Can I walk round a Half Way Tree, with nobody else but me
With cash inna pocket and nobody a watch it and nobody a target me
Well it must be the deep blue seas tha spread to the bun and the cheese
That make everybody up inna the island waan grab up something and squeeze

Can you imagine how the sword dem sharp
Man a hunt fi the bake and shark
Should a heed advice when the place did nice
That a before the whole thing start
Now every man stop tek talk and every man start think dark
Out in the street blood spray paint like when Juve a morning cork

Long time Kingston tell we to put down the gun
From Port of Spain to Hellshire
Don't get caught up making people head road round like Michelin tire
From grandmother bawl and grandson a fall your soul going to burn in fire
Don't let them get your life and draw your soul like it's a vampire

(Repeat Chorus)