No matter how the mountain may be high,
We've got to reach the top.
And no matter how the hill might be steep,
We never stop.
And no matter how dangerous the cliff,
We'll never fall..
'Cause.. Rasta have the handle..
Babylon, you hold on on the blame yeah..
The ocean may be a million miles wide,
We've got to reach across,
No matter how things may be though,
We've got to be rough.
No matter how long the journey,
We never get weary.
'Cause.. Rasta have the handle..
Babylon, them hold on on the blame yeah..
The ocean be a million miles wide,
We've got to reach across,
No matter the things they do,
We've got to get thru,
No matter how long the journey,
We never get weary,
'Cause.. Rasta have the handle..
Babylon, hold on on the blame.
No matter how things may be though,
We've got to be rough,
No matter how the fire may be red,
We never get burned,
No matter them tribulations,
We've got to be strong,
'Cause.. Rasta have the handle..
Babylon, you hold on on the blame.