So much trouble in the world; So much trouble in the world. Bless my eyes this morning; Jah sun is on the rise once again. The way earthly thin's are
...... Wo-o-wo! Sun is shinin', the weather is sweet; Make you want to move your dancin' feet: To the rescue, here I am! Want you to know, y'all, where
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-hm! Ooh-oo-oo-oo-er. Mm-mm-mm. Jah would never give the power to a baldhead Run come crucify the Dread. Time alone - oh, time will tell
Man to man is so unjust, children: Ya don't know who to trust. Your worst enemy could be your best friend, And your best friend your worse enemy. Some
(Do do do do-do do do! Do do do do-do do do! I rebel music; I rebel music.) Why can't we roam (oh-oh-oh-oh) this open country? (open country) Oh, why
She love to party, have a good time; She looks so hearty, feeling fine; She loves to smoke, sometime shiftin' coke; She'll be laughin' when there ain'
Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na. Them belly full, but we hungry; A hungry mob is a
Oh, please don't you rock my boat (don't rock my boat) 'Cause I don't want my boat to be rockin' (don't rock my boat) Oh, please don't you rock my boat
Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh. Oo-oo-ooh! Oo-oo-ooh. Slave driver, the table is turn; (catch a fire) Catch a fire, so you can get burn, now. (catch a fire) Slave driver
Until the philosophy which hold one race superior And another Inferior Is finally And permanently Discredited And abandoned - Everywhere is war - Me say
Uh! Ya too rude! Uh! Eh! What a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! This is the rat race! Rat race! (Rat race!)
Play I some music: (dis a) reggae music! Play I some music: (dis a) reggae music! Roots, rock, reggae: dis a reggae music! Roots, rock, reggae: dis a
Ziya-po ya-ya, pa-pa-ya-pa! Ti-da-lee, na po-po pu-du-loo! Ste-na-peh na-na po po-ro po! Africa unite: 'Cause we're moving right out of Babylon, And we
One good thing about music, when it hits you (you feel no pain) Oh, oh, I say, one good thing about music, when it hits you (you feel no pain) Hit me
No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry. 'Cause - 'cause - 'cause I remember when a we used to sit In a government
Could you be loved and be loved? Could you be loved and be loved? Don't let them fool ya, Or even try to school ya! Oh, no! We've got a mind of our own
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta: There was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America, Stolen from Africa, brought to America, Fighting on arrival, fighting