Intro: Yah Blessed Yah man black people African people just one love and one joy you know Blessed Them is the black man and black woman kingdom you know Check it So we go
Chorus: A lot of people don't got no good in a them and me see it The wicked a go drop off like ripe leaf Nuff a them no got no love in a them, how you do it ? That mean you wouldn't give the ghetto youths food fi eat Nuff a them no got no love in a them and me see it The heathen a go drop off like ripe leaf Nuff a them no got no love in a them, how you do it ?
Verse 1: That mean you would a scorn the ghetto youths well Well a who got the matches ? Who got the gasoline ? Youths clear the passage Cause a fire me deh dash Like a macca marijuana Tell them me ask Nuff a them a it me find out Nuff a them a happen Nuff boy turn your friend just through cash Laugh and a pretend then a stab you in the back Well me humble, a wait, Meekly a watch into the fire Way deh blaze nuff a them a keep back You run gone go dig you pit and set up them trap A bear wolf a go under the lock So King Emmanuel put on me turban wrap So them yah time Babylon you must get lash Like a tomato you must get splash Them a chant bout me poor through me clothes full a patch And through them pull a door and got a key to them lock Well Babylon Jesse Christ him blackk
Verse 2: Find out the devil send them fi me hang them Well Babylon you lose cause I nah pretend Well a who go bend them fi me come straight them Caan follow I, nor the Lion in a the den Tell me now a who go friend them fi me go shame them With Selassie I free Emmanuel anthem Well then a who go strenght them To misled Jah children Babylon this never yet no problem Yow, a some skunk them Come we go dump them The wicked man tell me who do you praise ? The Alien In them yah time yah Me sey a them they got to bless Fire got to bless
Verse 3: Well then I live for Jah all my days And if a no King Selassie you deh praise well the heathen a go rage Fire me deh blaze So me tell them sey Them a the real hypocrite Them caan take me fire them a walk and a spit Through no wicked I no subject did nah commit Them only rob the poor then go bow to the rich Me find out a hatred nuff a practice Mister Scrapehead just come fi you justice Cause everyday you devise some mischief Now rude boy you ready cos things done sleve