Texty: Patrice. Ancient Spirit. Shine On My Way.

Chorus:

take me away; them false prophets want to lead i astray.
I beg you father shine on my way
I say, thy name shall be praised, thy name shall be praised.
I say, thy name shall be praised, thy name shall be praised.

life about here is inhuman, babylon is no place for a man,
who doesen't worship illusions, who believes in all truth and love and in the Almighty One.
they pressurize you from yourself all day long, give you bad influence until your eyes ears and your heart lock down.
they lead you from the right road right into confusion and when you speak up, all of them mock at you and take it for fun. well, the truth they take for fun.

Jah, Jah hear my song.

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them all worship illusion.
long time I've thought I could have changed their plan, but I gave in because they don't want no change to be done. to live at the expense of the poor - that, I just can't stand- that, I just don't want. that's why I leave this land.
I want to rule my desteny; I don't want to put it in their hand.
oh Jah, take me away from babylon civilization, 'cause they steal the power from I-man.

Jah, Jah hear my song.

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