I hope you are, feeling a little better They say you were lost, for one thousand years All I need...? Can I remember? With all I know, and claim to be? The I, the Idol, and the Ital rest The I, the Idle, but ya cyan't confess You're high, ya Idle, and ya out of breath The I, the Idol, but ya cyan't confess Don't wait to long or it never gonna come to the Jah know, It's a liberation call to them Don't wait to long or it never gonna come to the Jah know, still it's a liberation call to them Upon the beat pon the beat, what dem seh? Upon the riddim pon the riddim. what man know? All my needs can't wait too long All my thought Jah alone Feel my cup with water You know I will carry this heavy load Until them walls one day crumble Queen of the spiritual life While men cheat, beg, steal, and grumble Where are the people's rights?