Down in Jamaica, where the palm trees sway,
Reggae got its roots, in the bright light of day.
Bob Marley sang, with a guitar in his hand,
Spreading messages of peace, across the land.
But every tune, like a roll of the dice,
Speaks of struggles and dreams, and paying the price.
For every chord struck, there’s a story to tell,
Of rising high, or when one fell.
Rhythms of chance, beats of fate,
The cards lay down as we navigate.
In every melody, a gamble we find,
Reggae’s heartbeat, with our fortunes entwined.
From Kingston streets to the world stage,
Reggae beats against the cage.
Challenging systems, like bets against odds,
Music the weapon, in defiance of the gods.
Yet in this game, where the stakes are high,
The spirit of Reggae will never die.
For every loss, there’s more to gain—
A lesson learned, amidst the pain.
Spin the record, like wheels in a slot,
Every note played, a chance that’s got.
In the dance of life, where we all take part,
Reggae’s rhythm beats from the heart.
Rhythms of chance, beats of fate,
The cards lay down as we navigate.
In every melody, a gamble we find,
Reggae’s heartbeat, with our fortunes entwined.
So let the music play, let the world hear,
The sound of betting, loud and clear.
For in Reggae’s rhythm, we all find a voice,
In every gamble, a chance to rejoice.