time so rough and time so tough time so rough coming from the country with my bag of collie i buck up on a d c him waan fi hold me don t you run now youth man you won t get away if you slip you will die and if you run you can t hide for i ve got my dic stuck right in my hip now don t you take my ishen don t you touch my collie the children dying fi hunger and i man a suffer so you ve got to see it s this collie that feeds me fifty cents a stick and a dollar a quarter that is what keeps me alive me and my two kids and wife so give me a chance sir and make me gwan likkle faster just let me pass through and jah will bless you don t you take my ishen don t you touch my collie  no for the time is so rough i man a hustle yeah i ve got the great sinsemilla and the good lamb s bread yeah a likkle tripe for stone and a likkle goat head dread dem waiting in the city fi go lick it with the gritty so please mr dc won t you have some pity don t you take my ishen don t you touch my collie 