Vista previa
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.
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 youts dem?
We should be protecting,
Instead we´re destroying.
Oh father,
Watch over them...