I've Got to Move

Got to move to the hills
From whence cometh my help Jah
Cause in this time you've got to be strong to live in Babylon

Chorus:
I've got to move, I've got to move I've got to move,
I've got to I've got to move, I've got to move away

Move away from them trial and crosses,
move away from them tricks and them trades
Move away from them whole heap of temptations trying to lead I and I astray I've got to go to the hills, where I can meditate and exercise my skills
Free up my mind from the taxes and bills
Oh no I can't take no more pills cause Babylon System kills

Chorus

Move away from hypocritical scoundrels
Master minders of the drugs and the violence
Wolves dressed as lambs, profiles as dons
But I know they are nothing but pros and cons
Move away from the terrible pestillence
Yes they are coming with their Satanic influence
Walking in gangs and doing wrongs
Then they are trying to wash off their hands

Produced by Barry O'Hare for World-A-Muzik Productions
Recorded and mixed at Grove Music, Ocho Rios, Jamaica
Lyrics by Fitz Cotterell & B Hawthorne