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 I'm saying I dont really feel like writing And I dont 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 '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 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 youths dem We should be protecting Instead we're destroying Oh, Father, watch over them