Suburb Politician - Lyricson

You must be wise, think twice

Inna their babylon city of vice

Where all hypocrites and parasites try their best to get you down

Youths don’t be no fool, know the rules

Or you shall get screwed, rude rude

Rastafari na go fall inna the dark side

Mount Zion is our direction

I am a suburb politician

Sharing my views with the old or young ones

Everyone wants to know the right direction

Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion

A suburb politician

Sharing my views with the old or young ones

Everyone wants to know the right direction

Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion

The gap gets wide between rich and poor

Empty bellys suffer hunger like never before

So me ask Jah why nuff love remain silent

Cause them no like to hear the youth express them talents

Just while the whole a dem the heathens and the pagans

nah care the part speaking of the fire of the judgement

Me beg the youth fi stand firm and valiant

leave all pressions, check Jah commandments

And be not like them all those worshippers of evil

Rasta show the right example!

A suburb politician

Sharing my views with the old or young ones

Everyone wants to know the right direction

Rasta is the key to holy Mount Zion

A suburb politician

Sharing my views with the old or young ones

Everyone wants to know the right direction

Mount Zion is my destination

I-Man a come to defend

Your own rights of expressions my friends

The liberties of Likkle children

Babylon will take that away from you without a share

And there is no doubt, deep down ina me rasta mind

That some day we shall see the sun shine

Leaving all troubles behind

Da one ya named:

Mr Vice, Mr Cheque, Mr Crook or Mr Bad

And that’s the only choice humble people them have

Sit up on them weak and them sit up on their back

Now listen to the words that the humble them a chat

Soon rasta tell you babylon system a go drop

Awarding the gift from the father on top

A suburb politician

Sharing my views with the old or young ones

Everyone wants to know the right direction

Rasta hold the key to holy Mount Zion

So just be wise, think twice

Inna their babylon city of vice

Where all hypocrites and parasites try their best to get you down, oh no

Don’t be no fool, know the rules

Or you shall get screwed, rude rude

Rastafari na go fall inna the dark side

Mount Zion is our direction