This has to be my favorite Marley song. Just listen. And if you haven’t heard this before…I don’t want to rule ya, I don’t want to fool ya…haha just kidding, guys.
Stiff Necked Fools, You think you’re cool To deny me for simplicity Yes you have gone, for so long With your love for vanity now Yes you have got the wrong interpretation Mixed up with vain imagination
So take Jah Sun, and Jah Moon And Jah Rain and Jah Stars And forever yes erase your fantasy
The lips of the righteous, teach many But fools die for want of wisdom The rich man’s wealth is in his city The righteous wealth is in His Holy Place
So take Jah Sun and Jah Moon And Jah Rain, and Jah Stars And forever, yes erase your fantasy Destruction of the poor is in their poverty Destruction of the soul is vanity
So stiff necked fools, you think you’re cool To deny me for simplicity Yes you have gone, gone for so long With your love for vanity now
But I don’t wanna rule ya I don’t wanna fool ya I don’t wanna school ya Things you, you might never know about
Guiltiness, pressed on their conscience.
And they live their lives
on false pretense everyday.
Each and everyday.
These are the big fish
who always try to eat down the small fish,
just the small fish.
I tell you what: they would do anything
To materialize their every wish.
Woe to the downpressors.
They’ll eat the bread of sorrow.
Woe to the downpressors.
They’ll eat the bread of sad tomorrow.
Them crazy, them crazy
We gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of town;
Chase those crazy baldheads
Out of our town.
I’n’I build a cabin;
I’n’I plant the corn;
Didn’t my people before me
Slave for this country?
Now you look me with that scorn,
Then you eat up all my corn.
We gonna chase those crazy
Chase them crazy
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town
Build your penitentiary, we build your schools,
Brainwash education to make us the fools.
Hate is your reward for our love,
Telling us of your God above.
We gonna chase those crazy
Chase those crazy bunkheads
Chase those crazy baldheads out of the yown!
We gonna chase those crazy
Chase those crazy bunkheads
Chase those crazy baldheads out of the yown!
Here comes the conman
Coming with his con plan.
We won’t take no bribe;
We’ve got to stay alive.
We gonna chase those crazy
Chase those crazy baldheads
Chase those crazy baldheads out of the yown.
It takes a revolution to make a solution;
Too much confusion, so much frustration..
I don’t wanna live in the park;
Can’t trust no shadows after dark.
So, my friend, I wish that you could see,
Like a bird in the tree, the prisoners must be free
Never make a politician grant you a favor;
They will always want to control you forever
So if a fire make it bun
And if a blood make it run,
Rasta de pon top, can’t you see?
So you can’t predict the flop.
We got lightning, thunder, brimstone, and fire…
Kill, cramp and paralyze all weakheart conception;
Wipe them out of creation.
Oh! Let i’es is i’es, in i’es is black,
In i’es is red, in i’es is dread.
Let righteousness cover the earth
Like the water cover the sea, yeah!