Lletres: Gregory Isaacs. Thief A Man.

Don't keep it up, don't keep it up
Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman

Hear me, I ain't no junkie and I don't use hash, no
So he who steals my purse, surely steals trash
Me say, thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a needy man

You're just robbing the revenue and that's the wrong thing to do
But I know that there, some cell is empty waiting for you in penitentiary
Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman
Don't keep it up, don't keep it up, give it up, give it up

You're only just robbing the poor and then go give it to a store
But I know that there some cell is empty waiting for you in penitentiary
Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan
Bredda, thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman, down in Babylon

You've got to give it up, I said, don't keep it up
Yeah, yeah, woh, woh, alright, yeah, yeah, oh yeah