[Intro – Uncle T]
Yeah… Uncle T.
King Dreadz pon di riddim.
Clouds thick like concrete.
Light it.
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[Verse 1 – Uncle T]
Roll another leaf, smoke heavy like my thoughts be,
Steel lungs, every puff cut the frost clean.
City grind, I hustle while the night breathe,
Papers full of fire, let the mind ease.
Dark rum in the cup, pain in my veins,
Street scars tell stories of the smoke and the gains.
I don’t chase fame, I chase calm in the storm,
Ash rain fallin’ while the ganja keep me warm.
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[Hook – King Dreadz] (patois)
Bun up di fire, mek di whole place cloud up,
High grade smoke, yow di badmind crowd cut.
Chill wid mi fam, nuff vibes we load up,
Any likkle stress, we just bun it an’ grow up.
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[Verse 2 – Uncle T]
Concrete jungle taught me how to stay lit,
Every spark another lesson that the pain fits.
See the smoke rise, that’s a sign of the win,
Green therapy, keep the devil from within.
While they run for gold, I roll for peace,
Every drag a weapon, every exhale release.
Can’t cage a rebel when the leaf so loud,
I’m a storm in the booth, smoke cover the crowd.
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[Hook – King Dreadz] (patois)
Bun up di fire, mek di whole place cloud up,
High grade smoke, yow di badmind crowd cut.
Chill wid mi fam, nuff vibes we load up,
Any likkle stress, we just bun it an’ grow up.
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[Bridge – King Dreadz & Uncle T]
King Dreadz: Ganja mi trod wid from sun up till moon,
Uncle T: City lights blaze while we spark up the room.
King Dreadz: Babylon cya stop wi, dem law cya doom,
Uncle T: Freedom in the leaf, watch the smoke go boom.
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[Outro – Both]
Uncle T & King Dreadz:
Light it—breathe it—let the worry just fade,
From the gutter to the sky, we forever self-made.
Cloud kings.
UncleT
