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YeahI say straighten yuh crooked waysBlessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodlySelassie I liveth every time(Me sing)After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tourPreaching teaching the people fi sureAnswer to Jah when him a knock pon your doorIf yuh ignore yuh goin' perish fi sureCome back in Jamaica, everything insecureRich a get rich and the poor a get poorCome back come hear say Pan head skull boreCome back an hear say Dirts man skull boreHear say, John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tourDJ dung yah a brandish mi what moreBoogerman ah plan all fi guh march and tourTour Kingston and all go tour Port moreBut me know de whole a dem would a-must dead fi sureAnd de DJ dem nah teach people no moreA pure clashing and fighting dem no unite no moreAlla tell de girls girl dem fi bruck out like a soreSongtexteIt seems like the people dem no love God, no moreIf slackness a the sickness then culture a the cureIce all mi block and all a whole cityYeahI say straighten yuh crooked waysBlessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodlySelassie I liveth every time(Me sing)After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tourPreaching teaching the people fi sureAnswer to Jah when him a knock pon your doorIf yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sureAfter mi come back a Jamaica nuff things gone wrongCyan know di uhman dem different from di manWhole a dem a dressing in di same pollutionDawn an John a join competitionMan a take them money an a go Obeah manMan a grudge full and dem no stop envy manBut dem laborite, and dem labor wrongMan a walk pon road and lick down innocent manLike down the little pickiney inna de promDis is one thing me got fi over standMost of the youth dem stop dis RastabanDe get fi know say Rasta a di right traditionAnd respect Selassie as the almighty oneIf slackness a the fault, culture a the solutionYeahI say straighten yuh crooked waysBlessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodlySelassie I liveth every time(Me sing)After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tourPreaching teaching the people fi sureAnswer to Jah when him a knock pon your doorIf yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sureHold up, wait a minuteCome back a Jamaica things naw run rightMan Alla fuss and dem no stop from fightSome long icepick and some Ole rusty knifeMan a walk a road a take innocent lifeBut dem labor wrong and dem labor rightMan a walk a road around and take out innocent lifeSay Selassie I and Alla dem start to fightSay Emanuel and nuff a dem Alla fightSay Marcus Garvey and nuff a dem a fightWoman Alla shine and man no stop fightIf slackness a the darkness, then culture a the lightIce all mi block an all a whole city(How me say)YeahI say straighten yuh crooked waysBlessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodlySelassie I liveth every time(Me sing)After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tourPreaching teaching the people fi sureAnswer to Jah when him a knock pon your doorIf yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sureThis is most of the thing me tell the people on the tourAnswer to Jah when him a knock pon the doorMake sure your hands clean and make sure ya heart pureSelassie call you, your safe an secureThings yuh used to do yuh naw guh do them no morePlace yuh use to go yuh naw guh go there no moreFood yuh used to eat yuh naw guh eat dem no moreThings yuh used to say yuh naw go say dem no moreLeading dem a gwan like dem a bruck out like soldiers(Say)See dem a go upon the seashore(Fi dandis?)YeahI say straighten yuh crooked waysBlessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodlySelassie I liveth every time(Me sing)After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tourPreaching teaching the people fi sureAnswer to Jah when him a knock pon your doorIf yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sureHold up, wait a minuteCome back in Jamaica, everything insecureRich a getting rich and the poor a get poorCome back an hear say Pan head skull boreCome back an hear say Dirts man skull boreHear say, John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tourDJ dung yah a brandish mi what moreBugggerman ah plan all fi guh march and tourTour Kingston and all go tour Port MooreBut mi know di whole a dem woulda must dead fi sureAnd the DJ them naw teach people no moreClashing and fightin' dem nuh unite no moreAll a tell the girl dem fi bruck out like a soreIt seem like the people them no love God no moreIf slackness a the sickness then culture a the cureIce all a block an all a whole cityYeahI say straighten yuh crooked waysBlessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodlySelassie I liveth every time(Me sing)After me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tourPreaching teaching the people fi sureAnswer to Jah when him a knock pon your doorIf yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sureAfter me come back in Jamaica nuff things gone wrongCan know di woman dem different from the manAll a dem a dress inna the same pollutionDown on general competition[Unverified] Aus Songtexte Mania