I like how Peter Tosh describes the mark of the beast:
""I see the Mark of the Beast on their ugly faces. I see dem congregating in evil places. Me know dem a wicked". While Peter was strumming out the rhythm to his new song, there was a party jammin outside in the yard. "Say me know dem a wicked, Babylon, me know dem a wicked..." After completing the first verse, gunshots were fired outside disrupting Jah Light. It was the police. Peter's brethren came running through the apartment, frantic. Seconds later, a plain clothes officer busted in grabbed the Bush Doctor's spliff. Peter eased the spliff out of the cop's hand and said, "No yuh caan do dat. A mi house!"
Peter's uprising was met by drawn guns and six more armed instruments of police brutality. They dragged him from his home, and threw his body to the ground. The Uniformed beast repeatedly slammed his loaded .38 into Peter's abdominal while a barrage of fists flew into his face. Then the cops held his arms in a cross while they smote the butt of a rifle into his ribs and back; crucifying him for his use of the international Herb. This night left Peter with a dislocated vertebra, a cracked rib, and seven stitches across his forehead. Tosh was taken away in handcuffs like a common criminal. Lying on the floor of Kingston Public Hospital on North Street, Peter had to beg the nurse to attend to him.
Tosh refused to bow down to the forces of Babylon. Three years later at the National Stadium in Kingston, Peter shared the concert bill with the Jackson 5. At three in the morning, like a regal lion, Tosh hit the stage. With lines of police at the front and sides of the sage, Peter roared a powerful rendition of "Mark of the Beast" into their ugly faces. "What have I done to be incriminated? What have I done to be humiliated? Me say I know dem a wicked!
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