(Verse 1)
Yeah this one is for the simple people
Rastaman philosophy
And i hear you daughter
And i hear you son
Hear my song under the sun
Why you brother still a run
Don't be complexed, cause myself is complex
Don't be complexed, of ya plexion Blackman
Flexion yourself, oh don't be susceptible
This one for my friend advices that dem given
Give thanks to the father, no vices we a grow
And Riffles itta pro-hibited inna wi road
Roll a spliff before we go, i man need a little kick
And mi find you little stiff, staring at my canna-stick
Stick no mosquito a want mi blood
Rich no fi no money neitha gold
Quit neva, cau we looking fi a pro-
Gression jah jah crucial, its a rasta evolution revolution
Cessez toutes ces choses, Babylon, cessez, cessez..