Don't let your head hang down child walk your walk and stand up tall for the weather might not stay this mild 'cause jah is changing all fall into the arms of your creator when the gate open for you 144 thousend elevators one of them might get you through this earth is changing faces for babylon must fall no more hiding places for jah is changing all now you know this eath's a ball but only one can play with it seated in his holy hall he will judge you when you're hit try to set the world on fire you might fail a thousand yaers but on a good day we might strike back at the empire and cange them and their gears the third remark goes to your consience that might lead me to your soul so all the false a**umptions may fall into a hole as bagpipes catch your ears you listen and you learn you learn to lose you fear so you might not be concerned