Out in the Babylon streets where I walk Most of the people I meet give me bad looks
They wanna suss me out, analyze me Check out who I am, check out my lifestyle
Wanna put me in one of them files All spies eyes on me, they X-ray me
Cause they wanna know who I am What I know, what I don’t know
What I must say, what I can’t say But me just tell them I’m a street preacher
Preaching to take the youth higher ‘Cause your lies are keeping them lower
But some don’t like it, so they start fighting me, Criticising me, I know they don’t know
But they gonna judge, again & again