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We're going down, down, down in quicksand

Our country's law is left in slippery hands

So many educated yet no solution

We're going down, down, down in quicksand

Number one! Purge all police station and

Some headquarters for corruption

Two! Some politicians don't have a clue

One bag of promise, comfort for a fool

Three! Mama can't pay school fee

Blood out of stone, education nuh free

Four! Ghetto youth with him gun hardcore

Plan fe mash a works but prison at him door

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Number Five! Prisons rehabilitation

Inmates fe go out and change the nation

Six! Government and politics

People a bawl sey the road want fix

Seven! Courthouse flex like the devil

Pure injustice and the law it no level

Eight! Blood shed climb, high rate

A long time ghetto youth a try hold the faith

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Number Nine! Rich man alone want climb

Inner cities need the resources to shine

Ten! What about the homeless them?

The place them sleep it worse than hog pen

Eleven! Me know sey the world it no level

Tables must turn and the scores soon settle

Twelve! Babylon must get melt

Good over evil, righteous dwell

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