Rasta, Refuse it - Tribal Seeds

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