Young a city there's no pity here,
High man a go down there,
We must have to go back there
Black man have to go back inna
Syri a man a go back inna
The white man a go back inna
We must have to get through
we must have to get through
No matter what the wicked manna say, no
No matter what the wicked manna do,
we must have to get through
If a bread be di part di head
If a jacket, we get inna di pocket
If a salt, we drop inna di pot
If a pop, we float pon di top
we must have to get through
we must have to get through
No matter what no wicked man a say, no
No matter what no wicked man a do
We must have to get through
We must have to go back there
Ooh, well, we'll have to go back there,
When the right time come it will
But no one can stop the righteous
We must have to go back there
No matter what the wicked man a say, no
No matter what the wicked man a do
The white man a go back in a
No matter what the wicked manna say
No matter what the wicked manna do
We must have to get through
Yeah, we must have to get through