Woorden:
Marley Stephen

Hey, baby, don't you worry even though the road is rocky I'll be coming home to you again 'Cause if you thought that I was lost, I had to burn my cross

Ey, and they say it's part of it So they buying you, sell your soul Well, my friend, the thought of it They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold While

I didn't get no sleep at all last night My shoulders were as heavy as lead I felt something was just not right I had to roll a little spliff for my head

Yeah, yeah, yeah, now tell you what It's mind control, mind control Corruption of your thoughts, yeah Destruction of your soul Mind control, it's mind

Iron Bars (Stephen) What am I doing behind these iron bars Never robbed nor killed, never done no one harm You put me in shackles, you place I in chains

Cho, stabba, dom (Yeah) Stabba, labba, dom (Hear that) Stooby, labba, labba, dom, ram Labba, babba, labba, labba, dom, I say (Watch mi lion) Pom, rom

Central, this is Officer Jimmy. Looks like we got two rastafarians down here on I-10, definitely some marihuana, possibly some firearms, need two squad

Which way from here, I'm caught up in the pages of my mind And it's not so clear but it seems the hurt is way too much this time 'Cause I see a vain look

Yeah! Yes mi lion! Always look on the brighter side of life, you know Nuh must! Now Don't you ever give up Don't you ever give in Don't you ever