We a de rasta
Protected by the masta
Go find urself moving faster
oh when we reach so much laughter yeah

Uh say world leaders getting wild
Our blood is [bad word] down ten mile
Our bloody knife bloody river yeah, oh, oh, ooh, yeah

Bow down yourself brave men of earth
Cuz u are lower den de very dirt
Tip off your hat to the creator
Or else your troubles will be greater yeah, woh, oh, yeah

We are standin upright
Dat's why we get in all de fight
Uh got no time to look back
Don't want to turn in a pillar of salt, no way

Our sin shall be taken away
And our filthiness forgotten Jah say ye
And they'll abandon all these children
Jah will destroy all those who try kill them

Jah gonna burn all those who make dem cry
Jah gonna burn all those who make dem cry
Jah gonna burn all those who make dem cry
Dem say we are curse but we are not the worst
Dem say we are curse but we are not the worst