Stranded - Gentleman, Matthias The Dread

You’re wrapped up in troubles

And you’re laced with confusion too

They take the chains from your hands

Put them in your pockets to hold you down

They take the chains from your feet

Put them in your pockets to crump your style

Working yourselves to death for the things

You really don’t need

You’re bawling for mercy ans you crucify the dread

You’re running away to hell

But you can’t run away from yourself

Stranded, stranded ina babylon, yeah

Stranded, stranded in babylon

Stranded, stranded ina babylon, yeah

Stranded, stranded in babylon

Living this life of illusion I can’t take it no more

Economical slavery I can’t take it no more

I’ve got to light up my chalice

To drive the devil away

Yes I’ve got to light up my chalice to keep on high

Opressa man without oppology

Jah is gonna get you now

Back off for begging no equality

Jah is gonna get you now

Back off for begging no equality

Jah is gonna get you now