For your liberty, I go judge you, I swear
Ruffin a Zion, ooh
I will be there when the prophet and the priest and the wisdom a share
Me nuh see dem, me nuh nuh bob a blow a chair
If a one shot, me wear that illiterate
Me nuh sell me soul, no boy can spot me rare
You hear me loud and clear, all in the river run dry
Boy, me still a male for a ride
The people dem a cry