And every day you make a tiny, tiny gate up
You remember when you're traveling through the valleys of the region
Jumping the valleys of the gyaws and confusion
Leaping obstacles, so many troubles you go coping
Things are going the other way when you're never so you set your plan
Words of the wicked is pollution
Can't bring no stress, nor no sway inna Zion
Emperor Selassie is the only foundation
Only Emmanuel will lift the frustration
You have to be free from the corruption