AR the Prophet - In di Hills

Look around
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Just look around
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Look around
Look around
In the hills I rise
So close to heaven you can hear Jah voice
Blessings
Oh so many blessings
So many blessings blessings

Sitting in the states daydreaming Bout Jamaica
Save me some paper got a plan but Thats for later
JA a place to heal
Walking out The Jungle in Negril
Black faces on these bills
Rasta woman loc'd up sex Appel
St. Ann gone be the address that I Left in my will
It's foreal how the sunshine
Sun rise
The hills covered in fog
My Eyes low I'm hella frost
But never falls like the Dunns River
Stopped and got some mangos From the Rastas on the side of the Road I motivate Those that's tryna Get doe
Elevate your mind and stay on top Of your goals
Don't be quick to blow yo doe
Save it watch it grow
It's a shortage on the real dawgs
The game flakey like a box of Kellogg's be about your mail dawg
Or behind some jail bars open your eyes and look hard Blessings

Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
In the hills I rise
So close to heaven you can hear Jah voice
Blessings
Oh so many blessings
So many blessings blessings

In the hills I rise
Hills I rise
I rise
When I rise give thanks to Jah
In the hills I rise
Hills I rise
I rise
When I rise give thanks to Jah

Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
In the hills I rise
So close to heaven you can hear Jah voice
Blessings
Oh so many blessings
So many blessings blessings

Jamaica Jamaica
Hillside growing acres pon acres
Bad gal moving like she gone Break it
In 20 minutes she gone wann see Me naked
Ay me working with a monsta
Phat pum pum pon ya body me Gon ram ya
Inside out outside me a pound ya
Post against the trees blowing Trees sippin wata
I can get Mavado gully, but I keep It Kalongi
In St. James with the Souljah's and I'm teaching them something
It's a cold world for us seem like Nobody love us
But Ima keep it a buck
Ain't nothing like Jamrock
Bluetooth for my little homies Listen to Prophet
In Bensonton where granny live
Top shatta in di garden
Goats herding on the hill pretty Soon they be a meal
If I'm hurting bush tea they boil And give to me
See

Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
Look around
In the hills I rise
So close to heaven you can hear Jah voice
Blessings
Oh so many blessings
So many blessings blessings

In the Hills
Of St. Ann
St. Elizabeth
Negril
In di Hills
Kingston yea mon
Montego Bay
Where ya stay
Which parish
Where ya dey
Clark's Town
Spanish Town
Ocho Rios
Yea me see ya
High Power

Written by:
DeMitrious Wyant

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