RIP John Holt

This week, we lost a reggae legend. Rest In Peace to John Holt. Your tunes will always be a constant reminder of your incredible talent

Β John-Holt-dead

I want a love I can feel
That’s the only kind of love, I think is real
Don’t want you be going by, something I heard
‘Cause baby action, speak louder than words

I want a love that is mine
In the rain it’s always, sun, sun, sunshine
A love that keep me warm, when it’s cold
That kind of loving, that will never grow old

Police in helicopter, a search fi marijuana.
Police man in d streets, searching fi collie weed.
Soldiers in d field, burnin d collie weed.
But if you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
If you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
Soldier in d herb field, burnin d collie weed.
Police in helicopter, a search fi marijuana.
Police man in d streets, searching fi collie weed.
But if you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
If you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.

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