“Black Jesus Walk”
(aka: “Lion of Judah Road”)
(Tempo: mid-slow roots reggae (70–80 BPM)
(Groove: one-drop, Nyabinghi percussion layers)
(Chorus should feel anthemic, easy to chant live)
(Patois kept light so it stays respectful and musical)
(Verse 1)
Babylon paint Him pale on the wall,
Sell salvation but the truth still call.
From Nazareth dust to Ethiopian soil,
Same blood cry freedom, same spirit toil.
They twist the Word, put chains on the mind,
But Jah light shine bright for the oppressed kind.
Read it slow, see between dem line,
Christ never serve throne — He serve mankind.
(Pre-Chorus)
From the cradle to the cross, no crown of gold,
Walk with the poor, brave and bold.
They never overstand the way He trod,
But the Lion never bow to Babylon god.
(Chorus)
Black Jesus walk, barefoot strong,
Through fire and flood He carry we along.
Truth in His mouth, justice in His hand,
Rise up children — Zion a we land.
Black Jesus walk, hear the drumbeat roll,
Jah inna flesh with a rebel soul.
(Verse 2)
Dem say heaven far, dem say wait your turn,
But Jah kingdom now — that’s the lesson learned.
Flip dem table, call out the lie,
Love the least, let the proud man cry.
From King David line to the roots of the tree,
Same promise still set the captive free.
Africa pulse in the biblical page,
Not Babylon script, not colonial stage.
(Pre-Chorus)
Crown of thorn, not diamond ring,
Still every knee bow to the King of kings.
History blur, but the spirit remain,
Truth cyan drown in a sea of chains.
(Chorus)
Black Jesus walk, barefoot strong,
Through fire and flood He carry we along.
Truth in His mouth, justice in His hand,
Rise up children — Zion a we land.
Black Jesus walk, hear the drumbeat roll,
Jah inna flesh with a rebel soul.
(Bridge (Nyabinghi feel)
Beat the drum slow… heartbeat steady,
Open the eye, make the spirit ready.
No hate, no fear, no slave mentality,
Love is the weapon, truth is reality.
Outro
So chant it loud till Babylon fall,
Christ never lost — dem just miss the call.
From Galilee shore to the hills of Ithiopia,
One love reign — no false utopia.
PrescottKane
