This is the thirteenth track on The Way of Rasta (A Healing Song).

I wealthy like your Onassis looking after your jackets and ties
When your Kennedy's dread you got the story twisted
I young I black I gifted
Sifting through washing tons of foolishness
In the united fakes of a merry McDonald's
Watch what you hollow : it might collapse
Never stay relaxed in war
They might show up in unmarked cars like horses
And under your breath curses and high mini-skirts
Around the corner where short cuts become long
And the refugees sing this song it's a Rasta shotta story
Jay-Z and the lazy got hard-knock lives
Glory is I story so please don't bore me with your meager
Manger three-thousand-year-old promises comforting fools
Let your Clarence Thomases
and your Christ be the one you love
and clouds stay above where they belong raining
on the just and underrated ...