Every day I wake I feel like crying,
Every second I feel like praying,
Every where I turn my prople dying,
Brothers and sisters now listen what Im saying...
I dont really feel like writing,
And i dont really feel like singing,
Coz everywhere I look my people fighting,
And Its out own that were killing.
The same gunmen that cry bout suppresion,
Of the white man and hes racist oppression,
Go a church and give God hes confesion,
Gun in his pocket and crack in his possession.
Damn hypocrite dont be disillusioned,
Yeah life is tough but thats not no solution,
You gwan like ya brave,
Thats an illusion,
Brave man wouldnt kill his own,
Would start a revolution.
Gunamn and too much drug man,
What are we showing the youts dem?
We should be protecting,
Instead were destroying.
Oh father,
Watch over them...
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