Givin' out my warning!

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.

But heads a go roll down Sandy Gully, one of these days.
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully, that's what Marcus says.

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.

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

Dog up a Beverley Hills,
A eat T-bone steak an' drink cornflakes.
While poor people, in the ghetto,
A rake an' scrape to get a cake.

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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.
Bald head a go roll down Sandy Gully, one of these days.
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully, that's what Marcus says.

I say; you look, you look, you look and you can't see..
I said; you listen, you listen, you listen and you can't hear..