(Chorus)
Youths meck a living
Youths meck a living
Cause Babylon ain’t got one thing giving

Youths meck a living
Youths meck a living
Cause Babylon ain’t got one thing giving

(Verse 1)
Come a gi yo turf bout run fi dem
All dem waan yo do is fire gun fi dem
Selassie high judgement a come fi dem
Rasta man a shout fire bun fi dem
Dem naw tell you build yo house paw piece a land
Dem naw put a million inna yo hand
Dem naw tell you Africa is the mother land
Ghetto youths do the right
Stop do the wrong

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

(Verse 2)
Don’t sell no gun
Don’t sell no coke
Use yo education set a business don’t joke
Think supn smart an buss through the day
By the sweat a yo brow yo put the food inna yo plate
Sizzla a tell yo seh fi use yo talent
And pray to king Selassie yo must get yo strength
Yo sit down pon corner still naw do nothing
Learn a skill, learn a trade
Hey get up and do supn

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
And when yo si the poor
A beg yo gi the poor
Dem set it fi wi poor
Wi haffi meck it through the door
Hey and if you rob the poor
A beat yo skin until it sore
Black people business you no fi ignore
Hardcore dem lyrics have the people waan more
Mi haffi sing more
Mi haffi bring more
Sing it from Africa up to Singapore
Mi bless up pon the sure

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Repeat Chorus)