Havana

Me nah float in space
nah, mi fly high
right up to de clouds
of Havana in de sky
say to de Lord,
"Nah look at my sins
mi umbilical chord
done chart where i been
so judge me, Lord,
mi heart is my king
open dem doors
and please let me in!"

but de Lord say, "No."
me never ask why
maybe if i cry
He gan' my tears dry
He say, "Go slow,
you not ready to die
spread love to da people
be My messenger guy."

and den de gates close
me never look back
for de Lord knows
i'll follow de right track
and wat i seen in heaven?
me never gan' tell
it dont matter how ya livin'
as long as ya live well.