(Intro :)
Well ah this one go bless to me see me
From the lowest of depths...ey!
To the highest of heights
Some ah them ah crumble from them hear Rasta voice--same way so we go

(Chorus 1:)
Babylon ah try ah ting but me no scare
Dem think them sit down pon throne when them clutch pon chair
And them police and soldiers here and there
And all de guns whey them ah carry de babe we bad still no fear
Babylon ah try ah ting but we no scare
Dem think them sit down pon throne when them clutch pon chair
And them police and soldiers here and there
And all de guns whey them ah carry

(Verse 1:)
'Binghi youth
Dem system design for business
Judge and politician all run them business
Police whey them ah train ah fi protect them business
But never you worry you brain and try to puzzle out who this is
Babylon you stutter easy words from you mouth
When we tell you say "I ah come bun out King's House"
Nyabinghi that's de fire in a White House
Sound the trumpet because ah black woman ah shout
From them build them house, ghetto youths don’t live no way
So all de homeless over King's House me ah bring them over they
Fi them share and care until them ready fi go 'way
Repatriation ah hail de ghetto youths ah say--ey!

(Chorus 2:)
Babylon ah try ah ting but we no scare
Dem think them sit down pon throne--ey! them clutch pon chair
And them police and soldiers here and there
And all de guns whey them ah carry de babe we bad still no fear
Babylon ah try ah ting--we no scare
Dem think them sit down pon throne, John Paul, them clutch pon chair
And them police and soldiers here and there
And all de guns whey them ah carry---judgment!

(Verse 2:)
The whole ah them ah wonder how de ghetto youth so strong
Prime Minister...I ah say repatriation
Yow Elizabeth, what about we compensation?
Yow, no bother make we have start worth in ah Babylon
Me tell them say earthquake, lightning, and ah thunder
What we past tails of government get can over
Is Emperor Selassie I---lion conqueror
Yow! what is the answer?--ey!

(Chorus 1)

(Verse 3:)
Judgment!
Money ah them power, yet de people in ah pain
Plant de food they farmer, make me feed them with de grain
As how you check yourself, we check you never de self same
Go tell de ghetto youths, send them fi look out fi rain--ey!

(Chorus 1)
We no fear

(Repeat Verse 1 from "Dem system......")

(Chorus 1, fadin)