Holy Smoke (Roots Rock Reggae) (B)

Holy Smoke (Roots Rock Reggae) (B) — Arjuna Sound / CongoTunes Playlist: Rasta Kamp — Golden Hour Roots 🤖 AI-generated music. Audio composed and performed with generative AI (Suno); lyrics and direction by Arjuna Sound. Disclosed as altered/synthetic content per YouTube policy. LYRICS: [Intro - driving roots-rock reggae, fat dub bass, crunchy offbeat guitar skank, organ bubble, Hammond swirl, sunshine energy] (Holy smoke... rise it up... give thanks...) Light up the meditation — this one a-go straight to the Most High. [Verse 1 - strong roots-rock lead, riddim rolling steady, joyful and grounded] Early in the morning when the dew still on the green I roll up a little meditation, cleanest thing I ever seen not a vice, not a wickedness, no matter what they say — it's the incense of the poor man rising up to start the day The rich burn their candles in their churches made of stone but the poor man got the holy smoke and he never burn alone it carry up his troubles and it carry down his peace — a little conversation with the One who grant release [Pre-Chorus - the guitar bites, the organ lifts, building] So light it, hold it, let it climb, let the sweet cloud rise holy smoke a-curling up like a prayer into the skies [Chorus - big roots-rock chorus, gang harmonies, Hammond screaming joy] Holy smoke, holy smoke, rising to the throne a poor man's incense, but the Most High call it home holy smoke, holy smoke, the offering of the low — no gold inside my pocket but I got the praise to show rise it up, rise it up, let the gratitude unfold — holy smoke, holy smoke, more precious than the gold [Verse 2 - riddim thickens, dub and rock locked tight, fuller voice] They built a Babylon religion you got to pay to get inside velvet seats and golden domes and a fat man full of pride but Jah He never asked for that, He never asked for fee — just a humble heart, an honest hand, and a soul that's running free So when the week been heavy and the burden weigh me low I sit down in the evening and I let the holy smoke go and somewhere in that rising cloud I feel the Most High near — the comfort of the faithful poor, the love that casts out fear [Chorus] Holy smoke, holy smoke, rising to the throne a poor man's incense, but the Most High call it home holy smoke, holy smoke, the offering of the low — no gold inside my pocket but I got the praise to show rise it up, rise it up, let the gratitude unfold — holy smoke, holy smoke, more precious than the gold [Bridge - drops to bass and organ, soulful, the tender turn] (rise it up... rise it slow... let it go to the Most High...) Every sinner got a censer, every poor man got a flame every breath a little offering rising up to bless the name so don't you judge the brother with the holy smoke and grace — he's just a-talking to his Maker in the only sacred place [Outro - the roots-rock groove drives out warm, organ swirling into the light] Holy smoke... rise it up... give thanks and praise. (let it climb... let it heal... one love... Selah.)