'Til I'm laid to rest, yes. Always be depressed. There's no life in the West. I know the East is the best. All the propaganda they spread. Tongues will have to confess.
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]. They can't keep a good man down (yeah). All these people smile, but they won't me to frown. Gettin' by when I shot 'em nine rounds.