Lyrics:

Whooa!
Ain't goin' down
Ain't goin' down ooh mama to de well no mo'
It's a true believer, Whooa!
Ain't goin' down
Ain't goin' down ooh mama to de well no mo'
If I ever get sick boy, to petty stedder, whoooa!
Ain't goin' down, ain't goin' down
Oh mama to de well no more
Well it's something for me; I don't understand it, whoooa!
Charge me with murder
Been charged with murder oh Lord
I didn't raise my hand, if I ever get lucky
And make it back home
Ain't goin' down
Ain't goin' down ooh mama to de well no mo'
I was on the outside lookin' in, lookin' in, lookin' in
Now I'm on the inside
Now I'm on the inside ooh mama ain't got no friend