The bars could not hold me. Force could not control me. They tried to keep me down, but Jah put I around. Yes, I've been accused. Wrongly abused. But through the powers of the Most High, they've got to turn me loose.

Stop and think a little: Are you the victim of the system?

I've been here before and will come again, but I'm not going this trip through.

Set it up in Zimbabwe, Every man gotta right to decide his own destiny, And in this judgment there is no partiality. So arm in arms, with arms, we'll fight this little struggle, 'Cause that's the only way we can overcome our little trouble.

A hungry mob is an angry mob.

My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.

Though the road's been rocky it sure feels good to me.