Wearing Her Crown (Midnite)

Rastaman sing for her a line Sing to her a line How not to notice Look at her taste The banquet is in her hands They're depending on her things Orchestrater This time is one of many times So she was called upon to serve her people, her people It looks like they're joyfully Ambiently socializing in line That little black woman holding this whole thing down Disgruntled she cheerfully scold them to cheer from frown She rad and you say yes mama In front of everyone all around So mama keep on wearing her crown Keep on wearing her crown She run her kitchen with know how Don't play around She dun see no and still call and say bring the youth dem come around Mama keep on wearing her crown Rastaman sing for her a line Sing for her a line For all she didn't know She knew how Enough to make them seek her know how With competence and careful preparation with love She experience guile So she know the serpent and dove is all love Strength and helping hands For just to keep her among A blessing her birth And a benefit to all her ones All her ones Her crown, mama keep on wearing her crown Jah bless them the fruit of her lines Her daughters and sons And Jah bless the parentage and guiding principles that gave us such a one such a one Well how she love to work from the rising of Sun Yes, she make to feel ashemeth the younger ones That's why her people love her with floodgates Of food and happiness Celebration a gwaan