In the beginning, Jah created Man
Male and female, according to His Plan
Every beast that crawl or creep
Birds fly the sky, Fish swim the deep

Every green herb on the face of creation
Became as food for Man, smoke for his meditation
But the Deceiver knew that man would reflect
On the Judgement of Jah, in his disrespect

He set man against man, and Jah's little green herb
Was burned, and called wicked
Which it could never deserve
No, They call it a dope
Which no plant can be
For it only brings wisdom and Jah's light, you see
Jah made the Herb for the service of Man
Ceasar burned the Christians in the firey furnace
Oh Yes
Jah little children love the Herb of this land
Mister Po-lice, I'm tellin' you this
You're just a parasite!

Jah Herb will grow
For it's the healing of the Nations
Tolerance and Good Will
Take over separations
Can't fight the youth
Downpresser Man
For your works are in vain
Against Jah Plan
Take the bars away Satan
Set Rastaman Free!
Set the Higher One Free!
For the hotter the battle
Is the sweet Jah victory! One Jah, One Aim, One Destiny!

Smoke it, smoke it
Smoke it if you can
Come and get it, Ganja Collie Man!
Smoke it, smoke it
Smoke it every day
Come and get it, Ganja Collie Man!
In the King's Palace, He smokes his chalice