From the Top

You got to clean up your hammer and sharpen your sickle
For black man in this time of revelation
Each and everyone of us got to face the victory, ya (Dread)

And I beg you to say, coming from high places
Where there is no screw faces
As I man would say
This is the order of the day what I play

And I beg you don't, don't you cut down dem dreadlocks
Down in prison, yeah, without a reason
I say, don't, don't you cut down dem dreadlocks
Down in prison, without a reason
And selfish barbarism has got to stop
Yeah, coming from the lord, we beam from the top until you say (Yeah)

So, lions and fеars should never be cut (Yeah)
I say, beat dem, charge, and lеt dem have
A relapse until you say (We run away)
I say, poverty should build the land
And each and every man got to understand
And if every man was equal, you see
You wouldn't have this type of poverty (Yeah)

So, don't you, don't you trim dem natty dread
Down in prison (Yeah)
And every man should be punished for the wrong he do
You should make another man feel so blue, I say (Yeah)
-Scatting
And I say, don't, don't you do that, my brother, yeah (Yeah)
So, don't you, don't you get messy, my bestie, yeah
My service is worthy until you come down here (Yeah, alright)

Simplest thing is just blam-blam-blam
What is this in our little island? (Yeah)
Don't you, don't you do that to dem, Rastaman
In prison (Yeah)

All the brother man try to grow his hair
For a reason (Yeah-yeah, alright, ya)
Now he who hide the wrong he does, kinda does the wrong thing still
And that thing trimming a man without his will is very ill, ya
'Cause I got a pill for your fever and chills, I would say
Don't you, don't you do that to dem natty dread

In prison (Yeah)
Fort Augustus, St. Catherine District Prison
Ah, not even on the way around, ya
Not even on G.P., wrong thing to do (Yeah)