I an I, son of the most high, Jah Rastafari 
Our hearts shall correspond and beat in one harmony. 
Sounds from the Burning Spear: 

Door peep shall not enter this a holy land 
Where wise and a true man stand sipping from the cup of 
peace 

Chant down babylon 
Chant down a babylon, yeah 
Chant down babylon 

Give thanks and praise 
Give thanks and praise 
Give thanks and praise 
Give thanks and praise 
To the holy man of creation