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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.
d*mn 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...
