I'd rather to be poor, and clean and humble Than to be rich in mansions And the poor man cries around me, yes Saying: He cause my youths to suffer, he cause me deadly pain No way, sir, that ain't me It's better to be poor and humble Not to have sin on your head The poor man's eye water is seeping down your brain No way, sir I'd rather to be poor and humble Or let them dig my grave I came here to live and not to be a slave I didn't come here to die (no way, sir) The wages of sin is death The gift of Jah is eternal life Why should I die? I bear no answer No warning of Babylon, sir Oh, oh-oh-oh, my poor black mama cries My black mama cries We poor and humble any way, oh Jah, Jah We gonna serve your for the rest of our days 'Cause Jah Jah love the poor and humble He love the man who walks in a humble way Don't go astray, woah-oh-oh, sing a song unto Jah We gonna sing a love song to you, Jah Oh-oh-oh, ah-ah-ah, woah-oh Sing a love song to you, Jah, Jah I'd rather to be poor and humble Or to walk in a simple way, oh-oh Jah