Don't tell me what you believe, I will see how you live
Don't tell me what you going do, I will see what you give
Don't tell me nothing at all, about your existing plan
Man can swim & walk, but not on shifting sand, so
Should I believe dem, should I trust dem,
Should I believe dem, should I trust dem
Because dem say so, just because dem say so,
Because dem say so, just because
Talkie, talkie, talk, you like a walkie-talkie,
All you seem to do is talk, big mouth speak
Talking bout this & that plan, & now you criticizing every man
Lord if we were back home, man would call you a "mouth organ"
Chorus
Look in dem face now dem a bawling,"I will change Rasta" now dem a talking
But still dem turn & blame me, for the judgment in their lives
And heeded not a lifetime of warning, look in dem face now dem a bawling
"I just change" Rasta now dem a talking, but still dem turn & blame me
For the judgment in their lives, & heeded not a lifetime of warning
And heeded not a lifetime of warning, & heeded not a lifetime of warning, so
Chorus
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