Babylon no see, I just feel for your bun
More, more guidance, judge never here let me down
Hey, you black man me say, stop shut down all your black son
Bowsy slave, just try know your space
Cannot be looking out of yourself, that is why you come and imitate
You pray for the money, pray you take all the gun and go put on your waist
Living dead you belong to the grave rastaman, now stop, chant earthquake
What you doing, you evil, hasting, before the day break
Chilling