Don't keep it up, don't keep it up
Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman
Hear me, I ain't no junkie and I don't use hash, no
So he who steals my purse, surely steals trash
Me say, thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a needy man [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gregory_isaacs/thief_a_man.html ]
You're just robbing the revenue and that's the wrong thing to do
But I know that there, some cell is empty waiting for you in penitentiary
Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman
Don't keep it up, don't keep it up, give it up, give it up
You're only just robbing the poor and then go give it to a store
But I know that there some cell is empty waiting for you in penitentiary
Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman, down in Babylon
You've got to give it up, I said, don't keep it up
Yeah, yeah, woh, woh, alright, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
I love all rasta people specially bob marley and gergery issaic and jimmy clif and eddy grand they are nice siner and good reagae
I love all jamican people