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