Everyday i wake, i feel like crying
Every second i feel like praying
Everywhere i turn my people dying
Brothers and sisters now listen what im sayingI dont really feel like writing
And i dont really feel like singin
Cause everywhere i look my people fighting
And its our own that we're killingThe same gunmen that cry bout suppression
Of the white man and his racist oppression
Go a church and give god his confession
Gun in his pocket and crack in his possessionDamn hypocrite dont be disillusioned
Yeah life is tough but thats not no solution
You g'wan like yer brave thats an illusion
Brave man wouldnt kill his own would start a revolution
Gunman and too much drug man
What are we showing
The youths dem
We should be protecting
Instead we're destroying
Oh father watch over them
