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 yours dem? We should be protecting Instead we're destroying Oh Father, Watch over them