Don't keep it up, don't keep it up
Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Thief a man, you even steal a RastamanHear me, I ain't no junkie and I don't use hash, no
So he who steals my purse, surely steals trash
Me say, thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a needy manYou're just robbing the revenue and that's the wrong thing to do
But I know that there, some cell is empty waiting for you in penitentiary
Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman
Don't keep it up, don't keep it up, give it up, give it upYou're only just robbing the poor and then go give it to a store
But I know that there some cell is empty waiting for you in penitentiary
Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman, down in Babylon
Songwriters
BEAUSIR, BRUNO RENE/ISAACS, GREGORYPublished by
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