Fools Die

The lips of the righteous teaches many

But fools die for want of wisdom

The rich man's wealth is in the city

Vexation of the soul is vanity

Destruction of the poor is their poverty

The poor man's wealth is in a holy, holy place

Why do you fight each other

Why do you kill your brother

Then your reward will be the cemetery

We got to build a better nation

Clean up, clean up Jah creation

Or there will be no future for you, you and me