I
love to see my people living in love
I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood
Love neglect the farming, scorning the mud
Yet they want to be the first to reap the food as it brought
Oh,
them fill the earth with peas and church and orals
Love the rum bar, yet them eat the pure roast
Them take the microchip and over-rack of poor out
Less food, more jout and more mouth
Rasta tell them all the while,
stop war and go till the soil
Stop fighting for land and oil
Feed the coil, so many God defile
Slave masters spit inna *** face,
them take that with a smile
The banks of the Nile, so mild and so fertile
Acres more than a zillion mile
People acting vile,
pick up cannibal style One devote,
one mama,
papa and child
Oh,
sow life seed and let it bustle Them say them think
they take too long to grow and start to cussle
I couldn't trust them when those as a white shussle
Such is life,
them say a jussled I take a shot,
I swear them call it squatterland
Some say fi government,
some say fi matterland Still no one
share although them got a lot of land
Them want fi turn a gun range and shut
a land Rasta tell them all the while,
stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil
Feed the coil,
so many God defile Slave masters spit inna *** face,
them take that with a smile The banks of the Nile,
so mild and so fertile Acres more than a zillion mile
The people acting vile,
pick up cannibal style One devote,
one mama,
papa and child Politicians not talk,
certain thing them not mention
Say a drugs and gun,
the people talks money spent on Come with
plastic smile and them wicked intention
Inna ya hand,
a wed them put them evil invention Turn gun model,
seeking attention
See them know you dead and that is no re***ption
Parents a wonder where to get the first symptom
To bury the dead,
them not even got pension Rasta tell them all the while,
stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil
Feed the coil,
so many God defile Slave masters spit inna *** face,
them take that with a smile
The banks of the Nile,
so mild and so fertile Acres more than a zillion mile
The people acting vile,
pick up cannibal style One devote,
one mama,
papa and child
Love to see my people living in love I hate
to see them fighting and swimming in blood
Nothing but the farming,
scorning the mud Yet them gonna be the
first to pick the fruit as it bought
Left on the earth in a prison church and war
house Love the rum bar and them eat the pure rose
Them take the microchip and overago pour out Less food,
more moat and more jote Rasta tell them all the while,
stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil
Feed the coil,
so many God defile Slave masters spit inna *** face,
them take that with a smile The banks of the Nile,
so mild and so fertile Acres more than a zillion mile
The people acting vile, pick up cannibal style