Two Sevens Clash

What a liv an bamba yay – when the two sevens clash
What a liv an bamba yay – when the two sevens clash
My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say:
“St. Jago de la Vega and Kingstown is gonna meet”
And I can see with mine own eyes
It’s only a housing scheme that divides
What a liv an bamba yay – it dread – when the two sevens clash
What a liv an bamba yay – when the two sevens clash
Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How beautiful it used to be
And it has been destroyed by lightening, earthquake and thunder, I say
What!
What a liv an bamba yay – it dread – when the two sevens clash
What a liv an bamba yay – when the two sevens clash
I take a ride sometimes
On Penn Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on bus X-82 … What!
What a liv an bamba yay – when the two sevens clash
What a liv an bamba yay – when the two sevens clash
Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town District Prison
And when they were about to take him out
He prophesized and said: “As I pas through this gate,
No other prisoner shall enter and get through”
And so it is until now the gate has been locked
What!
What a liv an bamba yay – when the two sevens clash – it dread
What a liv an bamba yay – when the two sevens clash – it bitter, bitter, bitter
What a liv an bamba yay – when the two sevens clash – a man ago feel it
What a liv an bamba yay – when the two sevens clash – you better do right