Don't tell me what you believe, I will see how you live Don't tell me what you going do, I will see what you
give Don't tell me nothing at all, about your existing plan Man can swim & walk, but not on shifting sand, so
Should I believe dem, should I trust dem,
Should I believe dem, should I trust dem Because dem say so, just because dem say so,
Because dem say so, just because
Talkie, talkie, talk, you like a walkie-talkie,
All you seem to do is talk, big mouth speak Talking bout this & that plan, & now you criticizing
every man Lord if we were back home, man would call you a "mouth
organ"
Chorus
Look in dem face now dem a bawling,"I will change Rasta"
now dem a talking But still dem turn & blame me, for the judgment in their
lives And heeded not a lifetime of warning, look in dem face
now dem a bawling
"I
just change" Rasta now dem a talking, but still dem turn
& blame me
For the judgment in their lives, & heeded not a lifetime
of warning And heeded not a lifetime of warning, & heeded not a
lifetime of warning, so