Из альбома: Trodin On
Chorus:
A who dem want blame
Get up, stand up, cause people it's a shame
Dem say dem share your pain
A when you check it out you stand alone ina the rain
Verse 1:
Too good for dis ya time
Feel a pain ina me bending, me call me nah blind
When me see dem a flex, politrixs in dis ya time
Dem haffi be a hippocrate fi get di next time
Sacrifigation in justice an crime
Me nuh the amoki me an(?), true love hard fi find
The love amongst me friends, I feel me goldmine
All praise ready, fi face, Jah wonders and signs
It's a hard throw to chopple and a mighty long way to go,
With positive movements, a so we a grow
Outa the bad an bless fit, ready fi rise up nuh
You nah go see me rushy always a move slow
Pon those long an sweet I lift meself an nah go stop try
Me slow the wicked man because dem nah fi get da blight(?)
When judgement nuh come there