No judge, no man, or condemn no one
True, you no inna me clan, and you no join me gang
Kudda bubba, kudda bingy, I no give a damn
Bottom line, we a Rasta man
So if you bun Jesus, you a bun Leviticus
And truth a runna me, numbers a go bite the dust
Some put themselves over that, but members a come first
Some a fight fi big slice, but gimme the cross
One, one, one, one thousand different views
It only make me look so