Wearing Her Crown

Rastaman sing for her a line

Sing to her a line

How not to notice

Look at her taste

The banquet is in her hands

They're depending on her things

Orchestrater

This time is one of many times

So she was called upon to serve her people, her people

It looks like they're joyfully

Ambiently socializing in line

That little black woman holding this whole thing down

Disgruntled she cheerfully scold them to cheer from frown

She rad and you say yes mama

In front of everyone all around

So mama keep on wearing her crown

Keep on wearing her crown

She run her kitchen with know how

Don't play around

She dun see no and still call and say bring the youth dem come around

Mama keep on wearing her crown

Rastaman sing for her a line

Sing for her a line

For all she didn't know

She knew how

Enough to make them seek her know how

With competence and careful preparation with love

She experience guile

So she know the serpent and dove is all love

Strength and helping hands

For just to keep her among

A blessing her birth

And a benefit to all her ones

All her ones

Her crown, mama keep on wearing her crown

Jah bless them the fruit of her lines

Her daughters and sons

And Jah bless the parentage and guiding principles that gave us such a one such a one

Well how she love to work from the rising of Sun

Yes, she make to feel ashemeth the younger ones

That's why her people love her with floodgates

Of food and happiness

Celebration a gwaan