I love to see my people living in love I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood Nuff neglect the farming, the scorn in the mud Yet they want to be the first to reap the fruit as it buds Oh, they fill the earth with prison, church, and whore house Love the rum bar, yet they hate the pure house Dem take the microchip and override the poor out Less food, more shout and more mouth Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and the killocide Stop fighting for land and oil Fi be kind so many go to ? Take master spit inna dem face take back dem teet and smile Da bounce of the nile so mile and so fertile acres more than ah zillion mile People acting vile pick up cannibal style wan devour mama, papa, and child, oh So life see it and mek it buss har dem sey dem ting dem tek too long fi grow and start to cuss har I couldnt trust him and those as how I trust har Such is life, dem say ah just her I see Kosha hide so dem call di spot Iran Some sey fi government, some sey fi matter land Still no wan share although dem gotta lot ah land Dem wan fi turn ah gun range and shot Iran. Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and the killocide Stop fighting for land and oil Fi be kind so many go to ? Take master spit inna dem face take back dem teet and smile Da bounce of the nile so mile and so fertile acres more than ah zillion mile People acting vile pick up cannibal style wan devour mama, papa, and child Politician ah talk certain tings dem nah mention Sey ah drugs and gun people tax money spend pon Come wit plastic smile and dem wicked intention Inna ya hand, is where dem put dem evil invention Turn gun model seeking attention See it deh now ya dead and it is no redemption Parents ah wonder where to get the first cent from To bury the dirt dem not even got pension Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and the killocide Stop fighting for land and oil Fi be kind so many go to ? Take master spit inna dem face take back dem teet and smile Da bounce of the nile so mile and so fertile acres more than ah zillion mile People acting vile pick up cannibal style wan devour mama, papa, and child I love to see my people living in love. I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood. Nuff neglect the farming, the scorn in the mud. Yet they want to be the first to pick the fruit as it buds Oh, they turn the earth inna prison, church, and whore house Love the rum bar, yet they hate the pure house Dem take the micro chip and override the poor out Less food, more mouth and more drought Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and the killocide Stop fighting for land and oil Fi be kind so many go to ? Take master spit inna dem face take back dem teet and smile Da bounce of the nile so mile and so fertile measures more than ah zillion mile People acting vile dem pick up cannibal style wan devour mama, papa, and child