Lyrics

You got to clean up your hammer, and sharpen your sickle For black man in this time of revelation, each and every one of us got to face the fickle, yah Dread When I beg you to say, coming from high places Where there is no screw faces As I man would say This is the the order of the day, what I play When I beg you don't, don't you cut down them dreadlocks down in prison Yeah, without a reason I say don't don't you cut down them dreadlocks down in prison without a reason And selfish botheration has got to stop Yeah, coming from the Lord though it came from the top, I tell you say, yeah So lawyers and thieves should never be cops, yeah When I say, beat them Jah, go let them have a relapse, I tell you say We round dey When I say poverty shouldn't be on the land And each and every man got to understand And if every man was equal, you see You wouldn't have this type of poverty, yeah So don't you, don't you trim them natty dread down in prison, yeah Every man should be punished for the wrong they do You should make them the man feel so blue, I say, yeah (scatting) When I say don't, don't you do that my brother, yeah, yeah So don't you, don't you get messy and bessy yeah, a so me say, bessy I tell you, come down here, yeah Alright The simplest thing is just blam, blam, blam What is this in our little island, yeah Don't you, don't you do that to them, Rastaman in prison, yeah And the brother man kinda grow his hair for a reason, yeah yeah Alright, yah Now hear why the wrongie dunce kinda done the wrong thing still And that thing, trimming a man without his will, is very ill, yah Cause I got a painful fever and chill, as I would say Don't you, don't you do that to them natty dread in prison, yeah Fort Augustus, St. Catherine district prison Not even anywhere around, yah Not even in GP A wrong thing to do, yeah