Every day 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 about 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, 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 drug man

What are we showing the youts dem?

We should be protecting

Instead, we're destroying

Oh Father

Watch over them