Jah Keep the Land [-Remix-]
Most High see what nobody says. See the shop pull shutter early. See the mother count footsteps. See the ball stop at the edge of the lane. See the laughter leave a man's face before the news reach home. Jah keep this land. Pan smoke hanging by the tyre shop gate, partner hand due but the curfew won't wait. Domino freeze when the bike roll slow, four heads lift, no mouth say so. Same bass travel from a yard three roads down, same old Friday trying to hold its ground. One chair empty under shop-front light, nobody move it for the rest of the night. Taxi cut round when the word get spread, shopkeeper count what the darkness never spent. Sirens touch wall, then disappear, quiet come back, but it don't mean clear. Jah keep the land. Jah keep the people. When the night gets heavy, hold something steady. Yesterday rum poured out the same cold cup, today one gone and the whole lane shut. Grief make circles when revenge get fed, one man's anger put another house to bed. Some debt never touch no bank. Some interest paid where nobody thank. Some men build kingdom from fear and name, Most High know how little that kingdom weigh. Babylon boots pass twice through the lane, old woman curse, then sleep less afraid. That is the knot nobody untie: need room to live, need room to survive. Chicken pan cool before midnight come, Friday money gone before Friday done. Youth lose field, old men lose chair, everybody paying for somebody's war somewhere. Jah keep the land. Jah keep the people. Keep the fire in the spirit not the fire in the street. Jah keep the land. Jah keep the people. Most High keep anger from choosing an heir. Keep grief from learning a young man's hand. Keep hunger from making covenant with wickedness. Keep mercy from becoming shame. I know which car pass twice too slow. Know which handshake mean more than hello. Know when the rum pour peace for a night, know when a smile don't settle things right. I know what silence can purchase here, what truth cost when the wrong ears near. No halo on me, no clean white page, I swallowed words just to walk from rage. Seen pride turn debt into blood overnight, seen one wrong word make the whole lane quiet. Seen brave men run, seen fools stand tall, seen Babylon come when it done gone wrong. Still I won't praise what the darkness breed. Hunger make bargains; greed stay greed. Fire in the spirit, not fire in hand. Roots hold firm when the whole place bend. Clean the heart before morning come. Don't clean the street with another mother's son. Let wickedness answer for wickedness done. Let no small youth inherit that sum. No crown in fear. No throne in grief. No victory living where nobody sleep. Jah keep the land. Jah keep the people. When the night gets heavy, hold something steady. Hold the hand before it reaches iron. Hold the mouth before it orders grief. Hold the child before the road names him. Most High let morning find this place less wicked than night did. Jah keep this land. Jah keep the people. ──────────────────────────────── Original work © 2026 Show-Ko https://suno.com/@show_ko Remix by Govannon · Onath Lorn Audio Remixed and shared with permission Human-directed · AI-generated music Non-commercial Suno remix Do not copy, re-upload, or redistribute without permission Rights remain with the original creator ────────────────────────────────
