Yeh! I say starighten yuh crooked ways Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly Selassie I liveth everytime (me sing!) After me lef from Jamaica go a foreign pon tour Preaching teaching the people fi sure Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door If yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sure Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure Rich a get rich and the poor a get poor Come back come hear say Panhead skull bore Come back an hear say Dirtsman skull bore Hear say John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tour DJ dung yah a brandish mi what more Boogerman ah plan all fi guh march and tour Tour Kingston and all go tour Portmore But me know de whole a dem would a-must dead fi sure And de DJ dem nah teach people no more A pure clashing and fighting dem no unite no more Alla tell de girls girl dem fi bruck out like a sore It seems like the people dem no love God no more If Slackness a the sickness then Culture a the cure Ice all mi block and all a whole city! After mi come back a Jamaica nuff things gone wrong Cyaan know di uhman dem differnet from di man Whole a dem a dressing in di same pollution Dawn an John a join competition Man a take them money an a go Obeah man Man a grudge full and dem no stop envy man But dem laborite, and dem labor wrong Man a walk pon road and lick down innocent man Lik down the little pickiney inna de prom Dis is one thing me got fi overstand Most of the youth dem stop dis Rastaman De get fi know say Rasta a di right tradition And respect Selassie as the almighty one If Slackness a the fault, Culture a the solution Hold up! Wait a minute! Come back a Jamaica things naw run right Man alla fuss and dem no stop from fight Some long icepick and some ole rusty knife Man a walk a road a take innocent life But dem labor wrong and dem labor right Man a walk a road around and take out innocent life Say Selassie I and alla dem start to fight Say Emanuel and nuff a dem alla fight Say Marcus Garvey and nuff a dem a fight Woman alla shine and man no stop fight If Slackness a the darkness, then Culture a the light Ice all mi block an all a whole city (How me say!) This is most of the thing me tell the people on the tour Answer to Jah when him a knock pon the door Make sure your hands clean and make sure ya heart pure Selassie call you, your safe an secure Things yuh used to do yuh naw guh do them no more Place yuh use to go yuh naw guh go there no more Food yuh used to eat yuh naw guh eat dem no more Things yuh used to say yuh naw go say dem no more Leading dem a gwan like dem a bruck out like soldiers (say) See dem a go ((fi dandis?)) upon the seashore Hold up! Wait a minute! Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure Rich a getting rich and the poor a get poor Come back an hear say Panhead skull bore Come back an hear say Dirtsman skull bore Hear say John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tour DJ dung yah a brandish mi what more Bugggerman ah plan all fi guh march and tour Tour Kingston and all go tour Port Moore But mi know di whole a dem woulda must dead fi sure And the DJ them naw teach people no more Clashing and fightin dem nuh unite no more All a tell the girl dem fi bruck out like a sore It seem like the people them no love God no more If Slackness a the sickness then Culture a the cure Ice all a block an all a whole city After me come back in Jamaica nuff things gone wrong Caan know di woman dem different from the man All a dem a dress inna the same pollution Down on general competition Man a take them money an a guh obeah man Man a grudge full and dem no stop envy man But dem laborite , and dem labor wrong