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We're going down, down, down in quicksand

Our country's law is left in slippery hands

So many educated yet no solution

We're going down, down, down in quicksand.

Number one!  Purge all police station and

some headquarters for corruption.

Two!  Some politicians don't have a clue

One bag of promise, comfort for a fool.

Three!  Mama can't pay school fee

Blood out of stone, education nuh free.

Four!  Ghetto youth with him gun hardcore

Plan fe mash a works but prison at him door.


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Number Five!  Prisons rehabilitation

Inmates fe go out and change the nation.

Six!  Government and politics

People a bawl sey the road want fix.

Seven!  Courthouse flex like the devil

Pure injustice and the law it no level.

Eight!  Blood shed climb, high rate

A long time ghetto youth a try hold the faith.


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Number Nine!  Rich man alone want climb

Inner cities need the resources to shine.

Ten!  What about the homeless them?

The place them sleep it worse than hog pen.

Eleven!  Me know sey the world it no level

Tables must turn and the scores soon settle.

Twelve!  Babylon must get melt

Good over evil, righteous dwell.

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