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 youts dem?
We should be protecting,
Instead we re destroying.
Oh father,
Watch over them...

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