I hope you are, feeling a little better
They say you were lost, for one thousand years
All I need? Can I remember?
With all I know, and claim to be?

The I, the Idol, and the Ital rest
The I, the Idle, but ya cyan't confess
You're high, ya Idle, and ya out of breath
The I, the Idol, but ya cyan't confess

Don't wait to long or it never gonna come to the
Jah know, It's a liberation call to them
Don't wait to long or it never gonna come to the
Jah know, still it's a liberation call to them

Upon the beat pon the beat, what dem seh?
Upon the riddim pon the riddim. what man know?

All my needs can't wait too long
All my thought Jah alone
Feel my cup with water
You know I will carry this heavy load

Until them walls one day crumble
Queen of the spiritual life
While men cheat, beg, steal, and grumble
Where are the people's rights?