| You must be wise, think twice
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| Inna their babylon city of vice
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| Where all hypocrites and parasites try their best to get you down
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| Youths don’t be no fool, know the rules
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| Or you shall get screwed, rude rude
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| Rastafari na go fall inna the dark side
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| Mount Zion is our direction
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| I am a suburb politician
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| Sharing my views with the old or young ones
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| Everyone wants to know the right direction
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| Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion
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| A suburb politician
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| Sharing my views with the old or young ones
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| Everyone wants to know the right direction
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| Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion
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| The gap gets wide between rich and poor
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| Empty bellys suffer hunger like never before
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| So me ask Jah why nuff love remain silent
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| Cause them no like to hear the youth express them talents
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| Just while the whole a dem the heathens and the pagans
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| nah care the part speaking of the fire of the judgement
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| Me beg the youth fi stand firm and valiant
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| leave all pressions, check Jah commandments
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| And be not like them all those worshippers of evil
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| Rasta show the right example!
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| A suburb politician
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| Sharing my views with the old or young ones
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| Everyone wants to know the right direction
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| Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion
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| A suburb politician
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| Sharing my views with the old or young ones
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| Everyone wants to know the right direction
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| Mount Zion is my destination
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| I-Man a come to defend
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| Your own rights of expressions my friends
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| The liberties of Likkle children
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| Babylon will take that away from you without a share
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| And there is no doubt, deep down ina me rasta mind
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| That some day we shall see the sun shine
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| Leaving all troubles behind
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| Da one ya named:
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| Mr Vice, Mr Cheque, Mr Crook or Mr Bad
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| And that’s the only choice humble people them have
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| Sit up on them weak and them sit up on their back
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| Now listen to the words that the humble them a chat
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| Soon rasta tell you babylon system a go drop
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| Awarding the gift from the father on top
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| A suburb politician
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| Sharing my views with the old or young ones
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| Everyone wants to know the right direction
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| Rasta hold the key to holy Mount Zion
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| So just be wise, think twice
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| Inna their babylon city of vice
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| Where all hypocrites and parasites try their best to get you down, oh no
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| Don’t be no fool, know the rules
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| Or you shall get screwed, rude rude
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| Rastafari na go fall inna the dark side
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| Mount Zion is our direction |