Fools Die

The lips of the righteous teaches many
But fools die for want of wisdom
The rich man’s wealth is in the city
Vexation of the soul is vanity
Destruction of the poor is their poverty
The poor man’s wealth is in a holy place
Why do you fight each other?
Why do you kill your brother?
Then your reward will be the cemetery
We got to build a better nation
Clean up, clean up Jah creation
Or there will be no future for you, you and me