They lurks in the corners Purge fi pass Zion Gate Just organize and centralize my people Because Babylon have... Instilled malicious and grudged upon my people,yuh know Yuh see the dutty lifestyle...the Rastaman ah bu'n it!!! There's nothing in them

Have not the strongest And closest ties been bound so long I've called upon them They remind me where I'm from With deep conviction I am connected cross the miles With out them nothing worth relying on It's been so long since I could say I've needed

Buju be and Red Rat love dem bad Without gal pickney What kind of fun we woulda have RR: When we see dem we glad Miles upon miles whey mi ready to trod, can't tired BB: I don't know what them have Like magnet to steel RR: That's why a nuff we have, me

Be my heart a well of love Flowing free so far above All those beautiful people I want to have them all All those porcelain models If only I could make them fall A wintry eve Once upon a tale An Ugly Duckling

I won't show my face here anymore But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else These streets are yours, you can keep them All that's left behind I don't want them They pull me back, and I surrender To

I won't be standing up for long, I'd better learn how to crawl In ten minutes I'll be laying out flat on the floor One more anthem for the know-it-all Learn how to crawl Not like I need to depend upon anyone Since I can see the lack of need for me to be

These catties they be calling off my phone I put corn in for my bro They try to send for me Envy and jealousy is everything I wish upon my enemies All that for them, right back at them What my mind keeps telling me Mind keeps telling me I hear

Behold! children ov Cain All beings not ov reptilian form Be upon them! Spare none! mercy cast aside! Those who feareth not my sacred blade Shall be blessed Repent not! Thou art man God is no more

I've watched them build Upon these empty hearts False hopes of lossless paradise Gathering together The dead hearts beat as one Stillborn comfort feeding lies Through answers of self denial Divided between a dissolute self And the sorrow of sincere

There's a hole in my soul You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground Are laid out one by one We pick ourselves undone All of your flaws and all of my flaws I can't fill it, I can't fill it Can