Marley illustrates his view of the system in a casual voice. The wine press serves as a visual metaphor of Babylon...

We refuse to be
What you wanted us to be
We are what we are
That's the way it's going to be, if you don't know
You can't educate I
For no equal opportunity
Talking about my freedom
People freedom and liberty

Yeah, we've been trodding on
The winepress much too long
Rebel, Rebel
We've been trodding on the
Winepress much too long, Rebel

Babylon System is the Vampire
Sucking the children day by day
Me say the Babylon System is the Vampire
Sucking the blood of the sufferers
Building church and university
Deceiving the people continually
Me say them graduating thieves and murderers
Look out now
Sucking the blood of the sufferers

Tell the children the truth
Tell the children the truth
Tell the children the truth right now
Come on and tell the children the truth
(repeat)

'Cause we've been trodding on
The winepress much too long
Got to Rebel, Got to Rebel Now

We've been taken for granted
Much too long, Rebel
(repeat)

From the very day we left the shores
Of our father's land
We've been trampled on, oh now
Now we know everything we got to rebel
Somebody got to pay for the work
We've done, Rebel

goddess IsIs Akkebala
Iya Afrika of Afrika

The Rest of Us

I fixate on you because
I m nothing like you
Far be it from my desires
To do anything but look
Your material luxuries
Manipulate my curiosity
And of this wealth you
Harbor a scarce generosity
God created, but
Wherever did you originate?
Blanketing your driven will
Is the will to hate
You are a mystery race
Superior by your own account
For every earthly being
Including your own you devour
Your appetite is insatiable
Because you squander things
Which are perishable
Denouncing faith in creation

For a theory that separates us
If you re an evolved thing
Of this, I ll remain a minority
For death become those
Born without souls
If you re no product of love
What are you an evolvement of?
Save an experiment spawned
From hate bottled- up
A mix in your bloodline
Will contaminate the rest of us
When all you crave
Is earthly power
Then you should welcome
Your end in these
Its final short hours

Hoteph
Master of Our Temple's Domain