leave them alone. Wamp up your lung through them, see you a reach far. Now I see your strife, I reach for your goal. We nuh stop, bad man, better move on. We already know how fi them to go.
Yeah, now I walk through the valley of death. Nuh fi worry, we nuh fi fret. When the heat and the dry, you hold, you feel dem water. You nuh fi worry, cause you got bled.
I'm bled with reeds, I'm drenched in trees. Thank goodness the nether should follow me.