Fools Die
The lips of the righteous teaches many
But fools die for want of wisdom

The rich man's wealth is in the city
Vexation of the soul is vanity
Destruction of the poor is their poverty

The poor man's wealth is in a holy, holy place
Why do you fight eachother
Why do you kill your brother

Then your reward will be the cemetery
We got to build a better nation
Clean up, clean up Jah creation

Or there will be no future for you, you and me