Eh, you wave, make wave for the tribes so Mr. Young
Simon mother jumping on this world jungle back on me full of bod-dogging
Talk back to me, can you connect shoulder for crying
But now the world's fighting, speaking as an ambassador for Zion
Scoot them of their feelings, them are covering
My dun father, pray dey no see, wait dem offence tell me
Flip over dem like baby wearing on my roof
My heart heavy and all over carrying