I'd rather to be poor clean and humble
Than to be rich and mancha
And the poor men cries around me yes
Simply caused my youth to suffer
It caused me deadly pain no way sir
That ain't me
It's better to be poor and humble
Not to have sin in your head
The poor men's I water is sipping down your head
No way sir
I'd rather to be poor and humble
Or let them dig my grave
I came here to live and not to be a slave
I didn't come here to die no way sir
The wages of sin is there
The gift of jah is eternal life
Why should I die
Appear no answer
No one in babylon sir
Aaahh ah ah ah
My poor black mama cries
My black mama cries
But we're poor and humble anyway oh jah jah
We gonna serve you
For the rest of our days
'Cause jah jah love the poor and humble
He look for men who works in a humble way
Don't go astray
Oooohh sing a song unto jah
We gonna sing a love song to you jah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
Whooa sing a love song to you jah jah
I'd rather to be poor and humble
Or to work in a simple way oh jah
