Album: Born 2 Go High
Blessed be the almighty creator ! 
You must be wise, think twice 
										
Inna their babylon city of vice 
Where all hypocrites and parasites try their best to get you down 
Youths don't be no fool, know the rules 
Or you shall get screwed, rude rude 
Rastafari na go fall inna the dark side 
Mount Zion is our direction 
I am a suburb politician 
Sharing my views with the old or young ones 
Everyone wants to know the right direction 
Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion 
A suburb politician 
Sharing my views with the old or young ones 
Everyone wants to know the right direction 
Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion 
The gap gets wide between rich and poor 
Empty bellys suffer hunger like never before 
So me ask Jah why nuff love remain silent 
Cause them no like to hear the youth express them talents 
Just while the whole a dem the heathens and the pagans 
nah care the part speaking of the fire of the judgement 
Me beg the youth fi stand firm and valiant 
leave all pressions, check Jah commandments 
And be not like them all those worshippers of evil 
Rasta show the right example ! 
A suburb politician 
Sharing my views with the old or young ones 
Everyone wants to know the right direction 
Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion 
A suburb politician 
Sharing my views with the old or young ones 
Everyone wants to know the right direction 
Mount Zion is my destination 
I-Man a come to defend 
Your own rights of expressions my friends 
The liberties of Likkle children 
Babylon will take that away from you without a share 
And there is no doubt, deep down ina me rasta mind 
That some day we shall see the sun shine 
Leaving all troubles behind 
Da one ya named : 
Mr Vice, Mr Cheque, Mr Crook or Mr Bad 
And that's the only choice humble people them have 
Sit up on them weak and them sit up on their back 
Now listen to the words that the humble them a chat 
Soon rasta tell you babylon system a go drop 
Awarding the gift from the father on top 
A suburb politician 
Sharing my views with the old or young ones 
Everyone wants to know the right direction 
Rasta hold the key to holy Mount Zion 
So just be wise, think twice 
Inna their babylon city of vice 
Where all hypocrites and parasites try their best to get you down, oh no 
Don't be no fool, know the rules 
Or you shall get screwed, rude rude 
Rastafari na go fall inna the dark side 
Mount Zion is our direction