Mr. C.B.

There's no more rat race
It's a matter of survival
No more rat race
Happy I am, one love giving praise
Time works wonders in its own ways
No more rat race, oh Jah Jah

I hear Chris Blackwell, the millionaire
Speaking on the radio to the nation
After the death of Bob Marley
Many a names were mentioned
Who can take a bredda Bob position?
I hear the man Chris Blackwell
Say, can carry the working plan
After seeing Jah heavy load
Molding all weh a worry at all
Yesterday's promises fade away
Words blew away in the wind

There's no more rat race
It's a matter of survival
No more rat race
Happy I am, one love giving praise
Time works wonders in its own ways
No more rat race, oh Jah Jah
There's no more rat race
It's a matter of survival
No more rat race
Happy I am, one love giving praise
Time works wonders in its own ways
No more rat race, oh Jah Jah

I was signed and sealed to highland
Writing, singing my songs, playing guitar
Just like the late Bob Marley
Chris Blackwell make many plans
Talk about my talent and songs
Sign me a publishing
And I'll make you a wealthy man
I make the late great Bob Marley
A superstar, the great king of reggae
Sweet words spoken without rules
Is only a comfort to a fool

There's no more rat race
It's a matter of survival
No more rat race
Happy I am, one love giving praise
Time works wonders in its own ways
No more rat race, oh Jah
No more rat race
It's a matter of survival
No more rat race
Happy I am, one love giving praise
Time works wonders in its own ways
No more rat race, oh Jah Jah