if massa pull you from your family: you go stay you?
if massa rub out your name: who you go be?
if massa cover your faith wit’ a new one: what you go be?
doh fool yourself:
ragged man always carry massa burden
belly go bleed when spear chook it
church bell cause crow to fly
rain fall after poui tree flower
dead man hang like dryin’ clothes
low swinging chariot go never come
at least not here, on dis island
so doh ketch temptation an’ try to look beyond de horizon
put hope out o’ your mind
or else you might end up all alone
because pride, pride does go before