**(Chorus) There's music in your soul, minerals in your soil Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil Oh no, no
**(Verse 1) I apologize, seeing the crime rate rising infinite Everywhere people around me a drop like fly yet I live in it I look to the sky and ask almighty when will it finish Is this a sign of the last days, the last few minutes Cause the land overrun with knives and guns and murderous gimmicks Good people around while bad pree murderous limits I keep my faith and wait cause I know evil can't win it But this is not the time nor the place for the punks and timid In a world that's suppose to be peaceful, every little youth turn killa. None a dem have respect for the laws of land dem a real blood spilla Them forgot when the parents lay dem down in the beds and pilla Saying son you have to be a good boy but them get bigger and pull trigger Every question gunshot is the answer well go figure Them don't want to dig deep in their heart searching for the goodness like.. We a grave digger, well this message from Bunji Garlin and the one Gongzilla Almighty father is telling you
(Repeat Chorus) **(Verse 2) Can I walk the Savannah at least, buy my pholourie in peace Without being trailed by a full detail of ten bodyguard and police Must supm inna island breeze, mek violence spread like disease Cause most juvenile guns out and while with no respect for og"s Can I walk round a Half Way Tree, with nobody else but me With cash inna pocket and nobody a watch it and nobody a target me Well it must be the deep blue seas tha spread to the bun and the cheese That make everybody up inna the island waan grab up something and squeeze Can you imagine how the sword dem sharp Man a hunt fi the bake and shark Should a heed advice when the place did nice That a before the whole thing start Now every man stop tek talk and every man start think dark Out in the street blood spray like when Juve a morning cork Long time Kingston tell we to put down the gun From Port of Spain to Hellshire Don't get caught up making people head road round like Michelin tire From grandmother bawl and grandson a fall your soul going to burn in fire Don't let them get your life and draw your soul like it's a vampire