Re-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah, oh-oh-oh-oh
Re-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah, oh-oh-oh-oh
Re-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah, oh-oh-oh-oh
Re-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah-ee-ah, oh-oh-oh-oh
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman dem bum dung police station, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a hail the King and bun Pope John, woy
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman dem face the sufferation, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman dem know the right from the wrong
Tek a look inna mi face and tell me wha' you see?
You see the warrior weh go send you to the cemetery
For the poor people you nuh show no regard
Fighting for the trophy and you fighting for award
Dutty well tough, things down yah hard
Yet still you find money fi fly out and sail go abroad
Well, here comes your weeping
Rastafari, deh pon your case, we not sleeping
Pass the broom and make me do the clean sweeping
Action time and we nuh inna the big speech things
Where's the government? It's reaching, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a bum-dung-bum-dung-police-station, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a hail the King and bun Pope John, woy
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a face-a-face the sufferation, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a hold the right, then leggo the wrong
Guess pon quit many stripe
Bun Babylon, see, Babylon, da one ya light
Thunder deh roll, a then the lightning a go strike
Rasta hold him seed 'cause I am not their type
Mi nuh join the bling and Rasta don't join the hype
Them nuh reach mi levels, them nuh reach mi heights
No sight weh mi sight, woy
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a bum-bum-bum-dung-police-station, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a hail the King and bun Pope John, woy
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a face-a-face the sufferation, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a hold the right and leggo the wrong
What's the matter with the system that we live in?
Every man want take, them nuh want do no giving
I and I haffi help out the youth dem from them willing
And then me bun out Babylon fi see what things sitting, oh-oh-ow
Miss Mary, tell me what's the matter
You say you can't find no sugar, nor no butter
Bun out Babylon weh have the youth dem down inna the gutter
When we shoulda and a shoulda like a bird
Weh down ya struggle and a flutter, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a bum-bum-bum-dung-police-station, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a hail the King and bun Pope John, woy
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a face-a-face the sufferation, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a hold the right, then leggo the wrong
Tek a look inna mi face and tell me wha' you see?
You see the warrior weh go send you to the cemetery
'Cause from a poor people you have no regard
You're fighting for the trophy, fighting for award
Things down yah tough, time well hard
Yet still you find money fi fly out and sail go abroad
Well, here comes your weeping
Rastafari, deh pon your case, we not sleeping
Pass the broom and make me do the clean sweeping
Action time and we nuh inna the big speech things
Where's the government? It's reaching, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a bum-bum-bum-dung-police-station, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a face-a-face the sufferation, oh-ow
From cre-cre-cre-cre-creation
Rastaman a hold the right, then leggo the wrong
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