What Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse it      What Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse it   Yea wave up your money   Boast up your riches   Who will save the man, the man who soul is wicked?   Oh hearts fool of greed, your word so deceiving   Satan offer wickedness and foolish they receive it   All their weeping souls, their ears never hear it   All them take away for materialism   Bun up the heathen   Babylon word is destroying many men   Them take the herb and hand us the gun      What Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse it   What Babylon try to offer, rasta refuse it      True intentions of satan shall not slip past Jah sight   Babylon your false words shall be recognized   For the money they quarrel so viciously    Women selling yourself so seductively   They have thrown away all that's good and right   And Babylon word is destroying many men   Them take the herb and hand us the gun!      Ride on, ride on   Children of Jah, ride on