Tour

Yeh!
 I say starighten yuh crooked ways
 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly
 Selassie I liveth everytime (me sing!)
 After me lef from Jamaica go a foreign pon tour
 Preaching teaching the people fi sure
 Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
 If yuh ignore yuh goin perish fi sure
 Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure
 Rich a get rich and the poor a get poor
 Come back come hear say Panhead skull bore
 Come back an hear say Dirtsman skull bore
 Hear say John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tour
 DJ dung yah a brandish mi what more
 Boogerman ah plan all fi guh march and tour
 Tour Kingston and all go tour Portmore
 But me know de whole a dem would a-must dead fi sure
 And de DJ dem nah teach people no more
 A pure clashing and fighting dem no unite no more
 Alla tell de girls girl dem fi bruck out like a sore
 It seems like the people dem no love God no more
 If Slackness a the sickness then Culture a the cure
 Ice all mi block and all a whole city!
 Chorus
 After mi come back a Jamaica nuff things gone wrong
 Cyaan know di uhman dem differnet from di man
 Whole a dem a dressing in di same pollution
 Dawn an John a join competition
 Man a take them money an a go Obeah man
 Man a grudge full and dem no stop envy man
 But dem laborite, and dem labor wrong
 Man a walk pon road and lick down innocent man
 Lik down the little pickiney inna de prom
 Dis is one thing me got fi overstand
 Most of the youth dem stop dis Rastaman
 De get fi know say Rasta a di right tradition
 And respect Selassie as the almighty one
 If Slackness a the fault, Culture a the solution
 Chorus
 Hold up! Wait a minute!
 Come back a Jamaica things naw run right
 Man alla fuss and dem no stop from fight
 Some long icepick and some ole rusty knife
 Man a walk a road a take innocent life
 But dem labor wrong and dem labor right
 Man a walk a road around and take out innocent life
 Say Selassie I and alla dem start to fight
 Say Emanuel and nuff a dem alla fight
 Say Marcus Garvey and nuff a dem a fight
 Woman alla shine and man no stop fight
 If Slackness a the darkness, then Culture a the light
 Ice all mi block an all a whole city (How me say!)
 Chorus
 This is most of the thing me tell the people on the tour
 Answer to Jah when him a knock pon the door
 Make sure your hands clean and make sure ya heart pure
 Selassie call you, your safe an secure
 Things yuh used to do yuh naw guh do them no more
 Place yuh use to go yuh naw guh go there no more
 Food yuh used to eat yuh naw guh eat dem no more
 Things yuh used to say yuh naw go say dem no more
 Leading dem a gwan like dem a bruck out like soldiers (say)
 See dem a go ((fi dandis?)) upon the seashore
 Chorus
 Hold up! Wait a minute!
 Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure
 Rich a getting rich and the poor a get poor
 Come back an hear say Panhead skull bore
 Come back an hear say Dirtsman skull bore
 Hear say John Pope Paul all a come yah pon tour
 DJ dung yah a brandish mi what more
 Bugggerman ah plan all fi guh march and tour
 Tour Kingston and all go tour Port Moore
 But mi know di whole a dem woulda must dead fi sure
 And the DJ them naw teach people no more
 Clashing and fightin dem nuh unite no more
 All a tell the girl dem fi bruck out like a sore
 It seem like the people them no love God no more
 If Slackness a the sickness then Culture a the cure
 Ice all a block an all a whole city
 Chorus
 After me come back in Jamaica nuff things gone wrong
 Caan know di woman dem different from the man
 All a dem a dress inna the same pollution
 Down on general competition
 Man a take them money an a guh obeah man
 Man a grudge full and dem no stop envy man
 But dem laborite, and dem labor wrong