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Two Sevens Clash
Daley, Kenneth/Joseph Hill/Albert Walker

What a liv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
What a liv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash

My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesied, say:
"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna meet"
And I can see with mine own eyes
It's only a housing scheme that divides

What a liv an bambaie - it dread
When the two sevens clash
What a liv an bambaie
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 lightning,
Earthquake and thunder, I say, what?

What a liv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - it dread
What a liv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash

I take a ride sometimes
On Penn Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on Bus X-82, say what?

What a liv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash
What a liv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash

Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison
And when they were about to take him out
He prophesied and said:
"As I have passed through this gate
No other prisoner shall enter and get through"
And so it is until now
The gate has been locked, so what?

What a liv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - it dread
What a liv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - it bitter, bitter, bitter
What a liv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - a man a go feel it
What a liv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash - you better do right

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