The people live in misery Govemment a work But govemment them is a monckery Respect to the youths Whether in front and all dem a back a me Why don't you treat them the way you should And I know all the things you hide Even though it's a good disguise And we see all the things you do And what you do will comeback on you You think we can't fight what the eyes can't see Because we are blinded by poverty
The people live in misery Govemment a work But govemment them is a monckery Respect to the youths Whether in front and all dem a back a me Why don't you treat them the way you should