Our Gaffa, who art on the stage,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy riddims come,
Thy message be heard,
In the streets as it is in the ghetto.
Give us this day our daily fire,
And forgive those who doubted the movement,
As we forgive those who never understood the lyrics.
Lead us not into silence,
But deliver us with conscious music.
For thine is the mic,
The vigilance, and the legacy,
From now until forever.