Receiving more and more every day then broke out like a sore
Good or bad, evil and torn, he be sure
No live up Kingston but me live up Fortmore
When me meditating upon the seashore
Talking to the rich and also to the poor
Hurt the heart but you can't hurt the soul
Trusting in the almighty more and more
Me no man don't have no control
God as my guide while me a play life role