watch over them

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.