There they go a point dem finger   Whilst three a dem a pointing back   All the planning and a scheming   Behind the natty dreadlocks back   Want to bite the hand that feed dem   Want to kill the one that lead dem   Many called but few are chosen   Cause I and I spirit can not be broken no      Chorus:   Dem a wolf in sheep's clothing   Dem a fox 'pon the sly   Dem a beelzebub disciple   Come fe fight down I and I      Tried my best to listen to mama   Papa threw his two cents too   They said always watch the friends around you   Cause some of them are not for you   You can tell them by the way they handshake   Posing with their plastic smile   If you listen to the tone of their voices   They'll try to pull the wool right over your eyes      Chrous      I'm the lord's annointed   Who stand by my side   And protect me from the      Chrous