Blessed is the man that walketh not in the council of the ungodly
Well, mi say who God bless
The Lord will not forsake we
Jah nah go make we suffer by the hands of the wicked
So when the heathen dem a lick head, we no care if dem hate we
No, our God nah forsake we
Jah nah go make we suffer by the hands of the wicked
Mi say, dem waan do we bere tings dem know dem can't
Can't do we nothing 'cause a nuff Psalms we chant
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want
Jah make we reap the blessings 'cause a good deeds we plant
He maketh me to lay by the still waters
Jah protect me from all perils and disasters
Yea though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
'Cause Jah will protect we
Woii, The Lord will not forsake we
Jah nah go make we suffer by the hands of the wicked
So when the heathen dem a lick head, we no care if dem hate we
No, Yahweh won't forsake we
Jah nah go make we suffer by the hands of the wicked
Say, forever more a inna God house we dwell
Dem rise against we and stumbled and fell
'Cause God surround we with whole heap of angels
David carry him sling, so we no lef' we Haskell
Well, when the wicked man a cast dem spell, we no fear
'Cause we're guided by the God of Israel
The God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego
The same God after me yell
A Him a guide and protect we
Woii, The Lord will not forsake we
Jah nah go make we suffer by the hands of the wicked
So when the heathen dem a lick head, we no care if dem hate we
No, our God nah forsake we
The Almighty a we bread and we butter
We call pon the Father in we time of trouble
Call pon the Father 'cause it rough inna the struggle
But, although things sticky, we keep we pride
And the Lord provides, so we pot always a bubble
Stay by we side, Jah no leave we alone
Him always deh deh, all inna the war zone
Him make David slew Goliath with a sling and a stone
Him make Samson kill a thousand with a donkey's jawbone
Him a the same God a protect we
Woii, our God nah forsake we
Jah nah go make we suffer at the hands of the wicked
So, how the heathen dem a lick head?
We no care if dem hate we
No, The Father, will not forsake we
Him nah go make we suffer at the hands of the wicked
So when the dutty minds a lick head, we no care if dem hate we
Tell dem, we God nah forsake we
Him woulda never make we suffer
Alright, TJ, bring in the choir now
At the hands of the wicked
Oh, we no care if dem hate we, oh!
Go tell it on the mountain
Jah blessings a flow like a fountain