Feel like it, as I walk to the valley of the shadow of death
Son of a bitch, I'm never afraid
Feel like it, feel like it
As I walk to the valley of the shadow of death
No, no, I'm never afraid
When the man has nothing, cast the first stone
Pick the judge, get the youth, leave them alone
Rastafari in my room, never in his own shop
Then I go break out the channel, let me down
Make me stink in the life