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 clothes have 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

Your life here on earth have been filled with luxury and pleasure
You have made yourself fat for the day of slaughter
You’ve not paid the men that work in your fields
The cries of those that gather your crops
Have reached the ears of Jah, Jah Almighty

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 who greatest desire is to do what Jah Jah require

Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully one of these days
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully that’s what Marcus says

Sat Sapienti

Music by Max Romeo
Reading : Up against the wall Mofos! We’ve come for what’s ours…