Wake up in the morning as the last sun rose, it rose
Everyone smiles at me as they pass me on the street, oh
Some are gone, chant so fallen fear, but
In the struggle Ethiopian wear the crown dem crying

Woy, wo-ha, ha, ha, hoy, oh Lord, yeah
Woy, wo-ha-ha-ha-oy, oh yeah
I don't like to be down inna discipline trouble
It all depends how dem a hustle for flow
When they chant so loud the man a gossip on the road
They all defend man in this time
Oh Lord I pray, crazy in this time, oh Lord I say, now yeah
Woy, wo-ah-ah-ah-oy, oh Lord, yeah
Woy, wo-ah-ah-ah-oy

Yes, and unto my Jah! I give my all!
My all! I give my all!

It's a sweet reggae sound
A melody bring them around so

Meet me in the morning where the last sun rose, it rose
No food on the table, shall make them at an end
Some have gone, chant so fallen fear, but
Were in the struggle Jah!

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Chant all the while man, ye Babylonian
Fight all you can and come
Chant all the while man, ye Babylonian
Fight all you can and come

No heart, no flexing, no souls, no sweating
No heart, no flexing, no music to be heard, music to be heard
Let them go.. pass it, pass it, cutchy, cutchy now
Let them go.. pass it, pass it, cutchy, cutchy..

You better fight all you can, ye Babylonian
Fight all you can and come
You better fight all you can, ye Babylonian
Fight all you can and come

Ya better fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya
You better stand upon you souls
Ya better fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya
You better stand upon you souls