Man to man is so
unjust. Children you don’t know who to trust. Your worst enemy could be your
best friend and your best friend your worse enemy. Some will eat and drink with
you. Then behind them su-su ‘pon you. Only your friend know your secrets, so
only he could reveal it. And who the cap fits, let them wear it! Who the cap
fits, let them wear it! Said I throw me corn, me no call no fowl; I sayin,
“Cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk.
Some will hate
you, pretend they love you now. Then behind they try to eliminate you. But who
Jah bless, no one curse. Thank God, we’re past the worse. Hypocrites and
parasites. Will come up and take a bite. And if your night should turn to day.
A lot of people would run away. And who the stock fits, let them wear it. Who
the cap fits let the wear it. Ah throw
me corn, me no call no fowl…
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