If you think you didn't choose,
You still made a pick,
You're just more likely to lose,
And, be called thick.
When I talk the hypocrite,
I appear dim witted,
Why can't I get it?
When I walk the knave,
'tis no way to behave,
Please, slap me upside the head,
'till ya knock out all the dread,
If you can listen to what I've said,
Rid me of all dread,
And, I'll gladly be... dreadfree,
With an appetite for insight.
Narley Marley's Reggae Festival