Hear me, I ain't no junkie and I don't use hash, no
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman, down in Babylon
You're only just robbing the poor and then go give it to a store
Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Me say, thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
You've got to give it up, I said, don't keep it up
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman
So he who steals my purse, surely steals trash
Thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman
But I know that there some cell is empty waiting for you in penitentiary
You're just robbing the revenue and that's the wrong thing to do
But I know that there, some cell is empty waiting for you in penitentiary
Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Don't keep it up, don't keep it up, give it up, give it up
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a needy man
