I an I, son of the most high, Jah Rastafari

Our hearts shall correspond and beat in one harmony.

Sounds from the Burning Spear:

Door peep shall not enter this a holy land

Where wise and a true man stand sipping from the cup of peace

/:Chant down a babylon, yeah

Chant down babylon

Chant down a babylon, yeah

Chant down babylon

Give thanks and praise

Give thanks and praise

Give thanks and praise

Give thanks and praise

To the holy man of creation

I, I, I, I ... :/