Door Peep Shall Not Enter

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 a babylon, yeah
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

I, I, I, I