Protection

[Chorus: Mortimer]
A word unto the wise is enough
You can look but don't touch
My relations and such
'Cause out here in this jungle we roar
Every king has his throne
And if you enter my zone
I vow to protect my own
Protect my own
I will protect my own
Protect my own

[Verse 1: Protoje]
Bread basket from birth to the casket
I heard they been talkin' some words I look past it
I was brought up and taught of the tactics
And learned that the Lion nuh turn when dog barkin'
Watch who you burn
Who you spark with
And you haffi go earn if you want it
So we nuh concern with who hawking
When dem spit can't reach where we walking
Enemies in disguise wanna see my demise
Dem don't even realize Jah no wrong dem
'Cause a see that in life you achieve something nice
But achieve something twice is a problem
Then you can imagine what I face
Two up in the hand and another on the way
Plus I have another in the brain
And every other one a put the other one to shame

[Chorus: Mortimer]
A word unto the wise is enough
You can look but don't touch
My reparations and such
'Cause out here in this jungle we roar
Every king has his throne
And if you enter my zone
I vow to protect my own
Protect my own
I will protect my own
Protect my own

[Verse 2: Protoje]
Kick it
Sharp like the thorn crown 'pon Christ head
But you know the flow hard doe like slice bread
Lyrics melt the butter fi mek a nice spread
But a nuh margarine a pull the margin een
Then stretch the margin out
And if you marching out
And you inna a doubt
You march without me
I rather march alone
Than fi march back home
Tell me queen say me lost the throne
No, this was built on the power of the truth
Discovering the cowards and empowering the youths
If you give dem a minute dem devouring the fruits
And within an hour called it sour and chop the roots
Unno see it?, nuh skill like Bibi 'pon me feet
But drop me pon di riddim, watch the clarity weh speak
And no parity between what we have and what we need
So strength out the wise and protection for the meek

[Chorus: Mortimer]
A word unto the wise is enough
You can look but don't touch
My reparations and such
Cause out here in this jungle we roar
Every king has his throne
And if you enter my zone
I vow to protect my own
Protect my own
I will protect my own
Protect my own

[Outro: Protoje]
This ya protection goes out to you and yours
As I give thanks for the protection weh I receive
Seh know you tuned in to the voice of Protoje
Alongside the sounds of Winta James
This come from a time and place, you know?
Yeah
Ancient Future