E Babylon,
Hope you hear me talk to you.
Fire!
You see all the people that we take from
Cape Coast and bring them up to Port Royal?
Burn!
And not give them the retribution of rights,
not the recompense for slavery?
Blood for that.
Bloody Babylon in my way just like a rolling stone.
Bloody Babylon in my way just like a rolling stone.
We never bow, no never.
We will never leave Jamaica till the victory is won.
But wonder what it'll be like in the middle
of the night till the nation fall apart.
We never bow, no never
We never lift this fist until the victory is won
We never lift the feet until the victory is won
We never lift the steel until the victory is won
Never bow,
no we never
We want justice now,
and a Rasta without bow
No matter from where, who or how
Rasta man never bow, no never
We are Sohara 14,
our way just like a rolling stone
We never bow,
no never
We never leave the west until the victory is won We
never leave the western field until the victory is won
Sohara
14, our way just like a rolling stone
Old Popa in our way just like a rolling stone
Popa in our way just like a rolling stone
And we never bow,
no never
We never give up until the victory is won
Rasta man never give it up until the victory is won