Текст песни Warnin' - Mimi Maura

Oo-oo, oo-oo-oo
Giving out my warning, yeah

Now you rich people listen to me
Weep and wail over the miseries
That are coming, coming up on you
Your riches have rotted away

And your cloth has been eaten by moth
Your gold and silver is covered with rust
And this rust will be witness against you
And eat up your flesh like fire

You have piled up your riches in these last days

But heads a go roll down Sandy Gully one of these days
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully that is what Marcus says

Your life here on earth has been filled with luxury and pleasure
You have made yourself fat for the day of slaughter
You have not paid the men in your fields

The cries of those that gather your crops
Have reached the ears of Jah, Jah almighty

Bald heads a go roll down Sandy Gully, one of these days
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully, that′s what Marcus says

Dog up a Beverley Hills a eat T-bone steak and drink cornflakes
While poor people in the ghetto a rake and scrape to get a cake

Be patient, my brother be patient, as a farmer is patient
As he waits for the autumn and the spring rains to water his crops
You also must be patient and keep your hopes up high

Happy are those whose greatest desire is to do what Jah, Jah requires

Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully, one of these days
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully, that is what Marcus says
Heads a go roll down watching the disease one of these days
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully, that is what Marcus says

I say, you look, you look, you look and you can't see
I said, you listen, you listen, you listen and you can′t hear