Trod On -

I’m abandoned livin' on my own now

Where I go my head is my home, but I

See a light out yonder, things are gonna get better

Avoid the lies and propaganda

Babylon never put me under

Do you hear the words of the higher man say

Natty riders sing and we play

Do you hear the words of the Rastaman say

Natty congo dreadlock (fya)

Fya burn dem bumboclat (Jah Jah)

Build me up and make I stronger

So my life will never falter

Trod on' my idren and sistren 'trod on

Trod on' my idren and sistren 'trod on

I was born yeah, just like the rest

All mankind is sinful at best, but ah

Babylon moves closer, take ya peace right from ya

Feed you lies and propaganda

Crush their head, and put asunder

All my natty riders troddin' on to Zion come on burn down

Babylon yeah yeah

All my natty riders troddin' on to Zion come on chant down

Babylon yeah yeah

Soldiers in Jah fight burn ya fya light and come on burn down

Babylon yeah yeah

Dollars buy you bread guns will leave you dead

Heed the words of Jah Jah see ya spirit is well fed

Teach the children right manifest clean life

All my natty riders standing upful and right

All my natty riders troddin' on to Zion come on