to achieve material wealth
killing a poor man like yourself
You grow your natty trade
People say you are a star
Must grow together till harvest day
must grow together till harvest day
They're firing up their guns
But to everything there's
For the wheat and the tares
Must grow together till harvest day
Yes, the wheat and the tares
Must grow together till harvest day
There was a parable about a sower
Who went out sowing seeds
Some fell by the wayside,
and they grew for a time.
Some fell on stony ground,
and didn't grow too long.
Some fell on fertile ground,
and they grew real strong.
For the wheat and the tares
Must grow together till harvest day
Must grow together till harvest day
To achieve material wealth
Killing a poor man like yourself
You grow your naughty dread
People think you're a rasta
must grow together till harvest day