I'd rather to be poor, and clean and humble
Than to be rich in mansions
And the poor man cries around me, yes
Saying: He cause my youths to suffer, he cause me deadly pain
No way, sir, that ain't me

It's better to be poor and humble
Not to have sin on your head
The poor man's eye water is seeping down your brain
No way, sir

I'd rather to be poor and humble
Or let them dig my grave
I came here to live and not to be a slave
I didn't come here to die (no way, sir)
The wages of sin is death
The gift of Jah is eternal life
Why should I die? I bear no answer
No warning of Babylon, sir
Oh, oh-oh-oh, my poor black mama cries
My black mama cries
We poor and humble any way, oh Jah, Jah
We gonna serve your for the rest of our days
'Cause Jah Jah love the poor and humble
He love the man who walks in a humble way
Don't go astray, woah-oh-oh, sing a song unto Jah
We gonna sing a love song to you, Jah
Oh-oh-oh, ah-ah-ah, woah-oh
Sing a love song to you, Jah, Jah

I'd rather to be poor and humble
Or to walk in a simple way, oh-oh Jah