Help us Jah
Take us from the slum
Never give up no matter what, strictly fiyah burn
Hail Rasta, take us from the slum
Never give up matter what
King Selassie I blessing come
Sufferation is thing could be no harder time
Got to widen your views, got to broaden your mind
What we face in the ghetto, nowhere else can you find
Hunger, poverty, a system so unkind
As a matter a fact, there is an after shock
When cold ground was my bed and my pillow was a rock
Try to make it through the system all the doors were lock
Yet nothing beats a try so I ain't go stop
Mount a time they write a book on you
A set amount ah crap they'd ah put on you
Yet when yuh in the dirt they wouldn't look on you
They would only scorn and wanna wipe the foot on yuh
But, see yah
So open up, Zion door
Ethiopia, Africa for sure
Liberate the poor, the poor, hey
Mi nah lie, true mi hail Selassie I dem wah fi war I
Read mi Bible turn to peace and praise Tafari
Good bye Babylon goodbye, goodbye
Open up, Zion door
Mount Zion, Ethiopia for sure
Children of Israel, children of Israel