Trod on

I'm abandoned livin' on my own now
Where I go my head is my home, but I
See a light out yonder, things are gonna get better
Avoid the lies and propaganda
Babylon never put me under
Do you hear the words of the higher man say
Natty riders sing and we play
Do you hear the words of the Rastaman say
Natty congo dreadlock (fya)
Fya burn dem bumboclat (Jah Jah)
Build me up and make I stronger
So my life will never falter
Trod on' my idren and sistren 'trod on
Trod on' my idren and sistren 'trod on
I was born yeah, just like the rest
All mankind is sinful at best, but ah
Babylon moves closer, take ya peace right from ya
Feed you lies and propaganda
Crush their head, and put asunder
All my natty riders troddin' on to Zion come on burn down
Babylon yeah yeah
All my natty riders troddin' on to Zion come on chant down
Babylon yeah yeah
Soldiers in Jah fight burn ya fya light and come on burn down
Babylon yeah yeah
Dollars buy you bread guns will leave you dead
Heed the words of Jah Jah see ya spirit is well fed
Teach the children right manifest clean life
All my natty riders standing upful and right
All my natty riders troddin' on to Zion come on