- published: 07 Mar 2016
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Bon or Bön (Tibetan: བོན་, Wylie: bon [pʰø̃̀(n)]) is a branch of Tibetan Vajrayana.
The history of Bon is difficult to clearly ascertain because the earliest surviving documents referring to the religion come from the 9th and 10th centuries, well after Buddhists began the suppression of indigenous beliefs and practices. Moreover, historian Per Kværne notes that "Bon" is used to describe three distinct traditions:
However, other scholars do not accept the tradition that separates Bon from Buddhism; Christopher Beckwith calls Bon "one of the two types of Tibetan Buddhism" and writes that "despite continuing popular belief in the existence of a non-Buddhist religion known as Bon during the Tibetan Empire period, there is not a shred of evidence to support the idea... Although different in some respects from the other sects, it was already very definitely a form of Buddhism."
Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama, recognizes the Bon tradition as the sixth principal spiritual school of Tibet, along with the Nyingma, Sakya, Kagyu, Gelug and Jonang schools of Buddhism, despite the long historical competition between the Bon tradition and Buddhism in Tibet.
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The dance hall has to ram, the dance hall has to ram
It has to ram in a style and fashion
The nation has to jam, the nation has to jam
We gonna jam in a style and pattern
Because is I, Papa Winnie, on the microphone stand
The people doesn't know where I really come from
Me tall, me no short, me slim, me not fat
And everytime I rap, me say the crowd hear me say
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You make me happy, when skies are gray
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So please don't take my sunshine away
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And everything we do, jah knows we do it real strong
We are just modeling up the dance hall, in a style and fashion
Me and my girl, her name is Liana
The talk of the town, is that we have two babies, twins
One of them fat and one of them slim
We call them Rootsie, Rootsie,
Rootsie and Boopsie, Rootsie, Rootsie, Rootsie and Boops
You are my sunshine...
Sufferation in the land, sufferation in the land
Killing all my natian Lord I can't understand
Famine in the land, tribulation getting strong
They always have a plan to fool we Africans
Creating war in the East
War in the West
War inthe North
And war inthe South
If love were a thing that money can buy
The rich man would live, and the poor man would die