Boots and braces
Don't make you racist
A blonde blue-eyed guild is a ****
Saying for old reggae for lazy youth
Stuck to a peaceful enterprise for the Rastafarian
Compete for the vibe
Subliminal suicide
Is the reggae jive part of the working class
Dress according to your passage of Rasta
Psalms for a whole way of life
Without racism for life ostensibly built on New York streets
A blue-eyed outlook on the train of thought in a prejudiced world
Yeats read by the minute in 70s England by the Poets Corner
Hyde Park willowing in the Summer of Peter Gabriel
The genesis of a change had been sold to us by the pound
An exchange with weighing guilt, ridden of luck
That men say the facts knowing

The guilt will stay with criminals forever
In the promised land, tried by the law of human nature