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