| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| In this time
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| Chant it out and say
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| Can’t you hear that?
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| Yeah
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| If you beg your neighbour bail and you ask to take it to you
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| Don’t even like to see you stretch your neck
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| Across the fences, begging a little salt
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| And when Babylon deh my friend
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| All your disgraces are all gone out on the street, so
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| It’s medicine talk I say
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| It’s dangerous now
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| Want me tell you something
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| Yeah
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| Wanna tell you something
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| Once there was a cCricket and there was a set of Ants
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| The Cricket loved to play, his fiddle in summertime and sing
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| And then it start to rain, Cricket run to the Ants
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| And say, «Ants, may I have some food»
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| Ant say, «Cricket, where were you during summer and spring»
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| He say, «Ant, I was playing, my romantic fiddle and songs»
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| He say, «Cricket, now won’t you listen to me
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| Won’t you go back and play your fiddle and sing so man»
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| Have your own things
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| Jah Jah know it all
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| Begging alone can’t do
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| Jah Rastafari see it all
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| It’s a serious thing!
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| Be not like the foolish virgins
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| Who took oil in their lamps
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| Yet none in there lousy vessels
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| And decide to trod to Canaan land
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| And when their oils gone out
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| They turn to the wise virgin and say
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| May I have some of your oil
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| To throw in my lamp to meet the bridegroom
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| Wise one say to them say
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| Go ye rather to them that sell and buy for yourself
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| And when they turn back they were all gone out late
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| And could never ever, ever see the bridegroom at all
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| So mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| His clothes stuck in a bracket
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| Mek water can boil, come skin
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| Beggy beggy licky lick him
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| Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help
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| Mind begging too much, they take liberty a you. |