Four people blood the wicked man been drinking
Corruption slave masters been thinking
Anyhow I saw them ships sinking
Black people they been lynching and drenching
For too long the poor man they been suffering
They made the king of kings what joy it bring
Make a juggle him, a hustle him, a trouble him
Out of life him a make all a living
So bless up, don't get mad mine and jealous
Bless up inna Zion eyes