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 ah go tour Portmore    But me know di whole ah dem would ah must dead fi sure    And di 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 di people dem no love God no more    If Slackness ah di sickness den Culture ah di cure    Ice all mi block and all ah whole city!       [HOOK]   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 labor right, and dem labor wrong    Man a walk pon road and lick down innocent man    Lick down the little pickiney inna di prom    Dis is one ting me got fi overstand    Most of di yout dem stop dis Rastaman    Dey get fi know say Rasta a di right tradition    And respect Selassie as the almighty one    If Slackness a di fault, Culture a di solution       [HOOK]      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 ol' rusty knife    Man a walk a road a take innocent life    But dem labor wrong and dem labor right    Man a walk a road a 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 di darkness, den Culture di light    Ice all mi block an all a whole city (How me say!)       [HOOK]       Dis is most of da thing me tell di people pon di tour    Answer to Jah when him a knock pon di door    Make sure your hands clean and make sure ya heart pure    Selassie call you, you're safe an secure    Things yuh used to do yuh naw guh do them no more    Place yuh use to go yuh naw guh go dare 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       [HOOK]       Hold up! Wait a minute!    Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure    Rich a getting rich and DI 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    (assorted scratching, etc)