Rasta, Refuse It - Original

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 men
 Them take the herb and hand us the gun
 What Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse it
 What Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse it
 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 men
 Them take the herb and hand us the gun!
 Ride on, ride on
 Children of Jah, ride on