Fedora-tipping meets slam poetry in this Gaza Strip heat check

You speak of Rastafari, but how can you justify Belief in a god that's left you behind? You simply fill the gap between the upper and lower class And your faith merely keeps you in line An amalgamation of Jewish scripture and Christian thought What will that get you? Not a fuck of a lot Take a look at your promised land, your deed is the gun in your hand Mt. Zion's a minefield, the West Bank, the Gaza strip