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 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 youts dem?
 We should be protecting,
 Instead we're destroying.
 Oh father,
 Watch over them...