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What Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse it
What Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse it
Yea wave up your money
Boast up your riches
Who will save the man, the man who soul is wicked?
Oh hearts fool of greed, your word so deceiving
Satan offer wickedness and foolish they receive it
All their weeping souls, their ears never hear it
All them take away for materialism
Bun up the heathen
Babylon word is destroying many men
Them take the herb and hand us the gun
What Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse it
What Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse it
True intentions of satan shall not slip past Jah sight
Babylon your false words shall be recognized
For the money they quarrel so viciously
Women selling yourself so seductively
They have thrown away all that's good and right
And Babylon word is destroying many men
Them take the herb and hand us the gun!
Ride on, ride on
Children of Jah, ride on