Lyrics:

Fitter, happier, more productive
Quite content
Less drinking
Regular push-up and sit-up
(almost every day)
Don't push no war
Just easy
Strictly idle
(no microwave and saturated fats)
Ease up on the road
Drive safe
(yute in the backseat)
Just alive
Well rested
()
Bon paranoia
Respect jah creatures
(Stop killing the ants'nem)
Link up with bredren
(with a juice now and then)
Overstand yourself
(hole in the wall)
Nothing for nothing
Something for something
Stand your love, never far
Give to the needy
Sundays, market
(stop killing ants'nem)
Sunday, carwash
Rasta no afraid of shadow
Nothing so ridiculous and teenage and desperate
Nothing so childish - pick up the pace
Take your time on most part
Can't get wet
Your own path
Feeling like you can do nothing
Play your part

Big man no cry
Rasta no feel sick
Tire what grip wet ting
(picture of yute in the back seat, wells chappy)
Bon forgetfulness
Some movies is touching
Tongue-kiss the girl dem
Pull yourself together like a puss tied to a stick
That's driven into frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness)
Calmer
Fitter
Healthier and more productive
A pig in a cage on antibiotics

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