Rock stone was my builder couldn’t find place fi sleep Pop dem head wi haffi find food fi eat Everyday wi terrorize by soldier and police When the thing dem a drum and thing dem a beat From dem a play cow boy, and Indian, and Chief From the first, to the third, straight up to seven street One thing in a wi mind a fi jump wid the beat And meck it in a life, and inherit, and delete
Better the stone dem deh yah Self employ, cannot get lay off Mount a work mi have cant even get a day off Who did waan fi stop mi now dem find out seh dem way off Alright and mi seh one by one, one by one One by one wi stepping out a babylon
Then one by one, one by one Hail King Selassie High the cankering lion
Help us now Take us from the slum Never keep a bottle while strictly fire burn Tare us down, take us from the slum Never keep on matter while king Selassie High blessing come Sufferation is thing could be no harder time Got to wise in your views caw they broader your mind Watch the voice in the ghetto now where else can you find Hunger, Poverty, a teach dem so unkind As a matter a fact, there is a after shock When the ground was my bed and my pillow was a rock Try to make it through the system all the doors were lock Yea nothing beat a…..so I ain’t go stop Mount a time they write a book on yo Or set another crock they would a put on yuh Yet when yuh in to dept they wouldn’t look on yuh They would only stand and wanna wipe the foot on yuh
Mi nah lie, true mi hail King Selassie High dem waan fi war I Read mi bible through the week and praise the fari Good bye babylon good bye, good bye Open door, zion door Mount zion Ethiopia for sure Children of Israel, children of Israel