Two Sevens Clash (Culture)

Wat a liiv an bambaie, When the two sevens clash. Wat a liiv an bambaie, When the two sevens clash. My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, 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 divide. Wat a liiv an bambaie - it dread, When the two sevens clash, Wat a liiv 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? Wat a liiv an bambaie, When the two sevens clash - it dread, Wat a liiv 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? Wat a liiv an bambaie, When the two sevens clash. Wat a liiv 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 prophecied 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? Wat a liiv an bambaie, When the two sevens clash - it dread, Wat a liiv an bambaie, When the two sevens clash - it bitter, bitter, bitter, Wat a liiv an bambaie, When the two sevens clash - a man a go feel it, Wat a liiv an bambaie, When the two sevens clash - you better do right.