Your Recipe, Darling, Is So Tasty, And

It Take Many A Year, Mon, And Maybe Some Bloodshed Must Be, But Righteousness Someday Prevail.

We Are The Children Of The Rastaman We Are The Children Of The Higher Man

The Bars Could Not Hold Me. Force Could Not Control Me. They Tried To Keep Me Down, But Jah Put I Around. Yes, I've Been Accused. Wrongly Abused. But Through The Powers Of The Most High, They've Got To Turn Me Loose.

Football Is Part Of I, When I Play The World Wakes Up Around Me

I'n'i Nah Come To Fight Flesh And Blood, But Spiritual Wickedness In 'igh And Low Places. So While They Fight You Down, Stand Firm And Give Jah Thanks And Praises. 'cos I'n'i No Expect To Be Justified By The Laws Of Men - By The Laws Of Men. Oh, True They Have Found Me Guilty, But Through - Through Jah Proved My Innocency.