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 wanna be the first to reap the food as it brought
Oh,
them fill the earth with peas and church and whole roast
Love the rum bar yet them eat the pure roast
Them take the microchip and over a rock of poor out
Less food, more jolt and more mouth
Oh, 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 *** 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 *** got a lot of land
*** 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
Politician a talk,
certain thing *** not mention Say a drugs and gun,
the people talks money spent on Come with
plastic smile and *** wicked intention Inna yarn,
a wed *** put *** evil invention Turn gun model,
seeking attention See *** know you dead and that is no re***ption
Parents a wonder where to get the first centrum To bury the dead,
*** 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 streaming in blood Nothing but the farming,
scorning the mud Yet *** gonna be the first to die
So pick the fruit as it bought Left on
the earth in a prison church and war house
Love the rum bar and *** eat the pure rose
*** take the microchip and overago pour out
Less food,
more moat and more jolt 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