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
Damn 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 drug man
What are we showing the yours dem?
We should be protecting
Instead we`re destroying
Oh Father,
Watch over them