| Song | Fight All You Can |
| Artist | Groundation |
| Album | Upon The Bridge |
| 作曲 : Stafford | |
| Wake up in the morning as the last sun rose, it rose | |
| Everyone smiles at me as they pass me on the street, oh | |
| Some are gone…chant so fallen fear, but | |
| In the struggle Ethiopian wear the crown dem crying | |
| Woy, Wo-ha, ha, ha, hoy, oh Lord yeah | |
| Woy, Wo-ha-ha-ha-oy, oh yeah | |
| I don’t like to be down inna discipline trouble | |
| It all depends how dem a hustle for flow | |
| When they chant so loud the man a gossip on the road | |
| They all defend man in this time | |
| Oh Lord I pray, crazy in this time, oh Lord I say now yeah | |
| Woy, Wo-ah-ah-ah-oy, oh yeah | |
| Woy, Wo-ah-ah-ah-oy | |
| Yes and unto my Jah! I give my all! | |
| My all! I give my all! | |
| It’s a sweat reggae sound | |
| A melody bring them around so | |
| Meet me in the morning where the last sun rose, it rose | |
| No food on the table, shall make them at an end | |
| Some have gone, chant so fallen fear, but | |
| Were in the struggle Jah! | |
| Chant all the while man, ye Babylonian | |
| Fight all you can and come | |
| Chant all the while man, ye Babylonian | |
| Fight all you can and come | |
| No heart, no flexing, no souls, no sweating | |
| No heart, no flexing, no music to be heard, music to be heard | |
| Let them go….pass it, pass it, cutchy, cutchy now | |
| Let them go… | |
| You better fight all you can, ye Babylonian | |
| Fight all you can and come | |
| You better fight all you can, ye Babylonian | |
| Fight all you can and come | |
| Ya better fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya | |
| You better stand upon you souls | |
| Ya better fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya | |
| You better stand upon you souls |
| zuò qǔ : Stafford | |
| Wake up in the morning as the last sun rose, it rose | |
| Everyone smiles at me as they pass me on the street, oh | |
| Some are gone chant so fallen fear, but | |
| In the struggle Ethiopian wear the crown dem crying | |
| Woy, Woha, ha, ha, hoy, oh Lord yeah | |
| Woy, Wohahahaoy, oh yeah | |
| I don' t like to be down inna discipline trouble | |
| It all depends how dem a hustle for flow | |
| When they chant so loud the man a gossip on the road | |
| They all defend man in this time | |
| Oh Lord I pray, crazy in this time, oh Lord I say now yeah | |
| Woy, Woahahahoy, oh yeah | |
| Woy, Woahahahoy | |
| Yes and unto my Jah! I give my all! | |
| My all! I give my all! | |
| It' s a sweat reggae sound | |
| A melody bring them around so | |
| Meet me in the morning where the last sun rose, it rose | |
| No food on the table, shall make them at an end | |
| Some have gone, chant so fallen fear, but | |
| Were in the struggle Jah! | |
| Chant all the while man, ye Babylonian | |
| Fight all you can and come | |
| Chant all the while man, ye Babylonian | |
| Fight all you can and come | |
| No heart, no flexing, no souls, no sweating | |
| No heart, no flexing, no music to be heard, music to be heard | |
| Let them go. pass it, pass it, cutchy, cutchy now | |
| Let them go | |
| You better fight all you can, ye Babylonian | |
| Fight all you can and come | |
| You better fight all you can, ye Babylonian | |
| Fight all you can and come | |
| Ya better fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya | |
| You better stand upon you souls | |
| Ya better fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya, fight all ya | |
| You better stand upon you souls |