Tribal Seeds - Rasta Refuse It

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 man
Them take the herb and hand us the gun

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 man
Them take the herb and hand us the gun

Ride on, ride on children of Jah, ride on

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