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 I'm saying

I don't really feel like writing
And I don't really feel like singing
Cause everywhere I look my people fighting
And it's our own that we're killing

The 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 possession
 [bad word] hypocrite don't be disillusioned
yeah life is tough but that's not no solution
You g'wan like yer brave that's an illusion
Brave man wouldn't kill his own would start a revolution

Gunman and too much [bad word] man
What are we showing
The youts dem
We should be protecting
Instead we're destroying
Oh father watch over them