Every second I feel like praying
Every where I turn my prople dying
Brothers and sisters now listen what I'm saying

I don't really feel like writing
And I don't really feel like singing
Coz everywhere I look my people fighting
And It's out own that we're killing

The same gunmen that cry 'bout suppresion
Of the white man and he's racist oppression
Go a church and give God he's confesion
Gun in his pocket and crack in his possession
 [bad word] hypocrite don't be disillusioned
Yeah life is tough but that's not no solution
You g'wan like ya brave
That's an illusion
Brave man wouldn't kill his own
Would start a revolution

Gunamn and too much [bad word] man
What are we showing the yours dem?
We should be protecting
Instead we're destroying
Oh Father,
Watch over them