Door peep shall not enter de Burning Spear

I an i, son of the most high, jah rastafari
our hearts shall correspond
and beat in one harmony
sounds from the burning spear:
Door peep shall not enter this a holy land
where wise and a true man stand
sipping from the cup of peace
Chant down a babylon, yeah
chant down babylon
chant down a babylon, yeah
chant down babylon

give thanks and praise
give thanks and praise
give thanks and praise
give thanks and praise
to the holy man of creation
I, i, i,