Verse 1 :
Well then my people rise up and rise up higher in the sky ! No matta wha dem a tell ya, no cyare 'bout dem lies, we nah haffi give up till the morning light, no surrender to the fight.
Well then my people rise up and rise up higher in the sky ! No matta wha dem a tell ya, no cyare 'bout dem lies, we nah haffi give up till the morning light, till the morning light !

Chorus
(Ho Brothers !)
It's time fi move up, nah set up, yeah change up the world
(Ho Brothers !)
Hold on firm, keep the faya memba say dem haffi learn say :
(Hohoho sisters !)
Rasta live ! On and on and on and on and on and on and on..

Verse 2 :
We keep it strong only the strong a go survive
We keep it roots 'cause fi di roots we only strive
We nah go chat to the bwoys dem like fi fights with other guys
We nah go play techno music, reggae music never dies
We come fi mash up the beat and (Groove pon the bassline)
Inna the bashment the style is like (reggae music heartical)
No babylon sound pon me ears (we deh fi a great party time)
Gimme the real singah (Jahneration pon the punchline)

Verse 3 :
Cause we a all stand up strong inna we yard
Cause nuff a dem want rastaman a fall down no no
Now come the time to ring up the alarm
Don't let dem wickedman a make you fall down to the ground well,
March on me bredda me say march on me sista,
mash up this ya sound like a roaring lion,
Vampire chat but we still blaze up the faya man,
Nothing haffi stop we from finding our zion me say

Verse 4 :
We nah haffi give it up ! And keep on living upright
We nah haffi give it up ! Our world a need youths dem rise
We haffi kick it up ! Fi tell dem who rules the yard,
None a dem cyan't stop we from catching all the stars yeah
Everywhere me go me haffi state all a the bad things
It's written everywhere, on your books and pon your magazines
"No me nah fed up", me a big up me team
But now it's 2012, stop judging by the skin.