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?