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 saying I 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 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
Damn 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