Lyrics:
Peter Tosh

Inna me land, quite illegal You inna me land, dig out me gold, yes Inna me land, diggin' out me pearl Inna me land, dig out me diamond We a go fight,

Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy

If it's love that you're running from There is no hiding place Just your problems, no one else's problems You just have to face If you just put your

Come make we play some Ketchy shuby And when me shuby You feel ketchy And when you're ketchy Don't make it drop 'Cause if it drop It will pop And if

Igziabeher, let Jah be praised Negusa neghast, let Jah be praised Medanialam, let Jah be praised Let Him be praised, let Him be praised You better let

Don't care where you come from As long as you're a black man, you're an African No mind your nationality You have got the identity of an African 'Cause

Lift up your heads, o ye gates And be ye lifted up, ye ever livin' black people The King of glory shall come in Arise Blackman, arise Arise and denote

Them want I, them want I Become a them funeral Them claim say, them claim say Them are the general Them want I, them want I Com'a them funeral Them claim

Babylon burning, Babylon burning, Babylon burning They have no water Fire fire, fire fire, fire fire They have no water Where you gonna run to? Where