Verse 1: The little school youth them just can’t sleep, a bare shot a burst, Them have to lay down pan the cold concrete, me next door neighbor She a weep, but as I look outside mi see soldiers pan dem belly a creep.
Chorus: Its gonna be a revolution in a jamdung, down, down yeah, The likkle youths dem a wreck up the city, Its ganna be a revolution in a jamdung , down , down yeah Dem yah youths don’t got no pity.
Verse 2: The first question I asked, how the guns reach here, We all know the leaders don’t seems to care, Then the second question to the minister of security, He is protecting himself, he don’t give a heck about we.
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Verse 3: All over the country everyone is crying for peace, If you cant trust the soldier, tell me how you a trust the police, They treat us like beast when we cry for peace, they treat ghetto people As if they are the least.