I love to see my people living in love I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood Nuff neglect the farming, scornin 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 who*e house Love the rum bar, yet them hate the pure house Dem take the microchip and override the poor out Less food, more drought and more mouth Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi recoil, so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem take that with a smile De banks of the nile so mild and so fertile Acres more than ah zillion mile People acting vile, pick up cannibal style Wan devour mama, papa, and child, oh Sow life seed and make it blossom Dem sey dem ting dem take too long fi grow and start to cuss her I could'nttrust him and those as how I trust har Such is life, dem say ah just hurt 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 shotta land Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi recoil, so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem take that with a smile De banks of the nile so mild and so fertile Acres more than ah zillion mile People acting vile, pick up cannibal style Wan devour mama, papa, and child, oh Politician ah talk certain tings dem nah mention Sey ah d** and gun people tax money spend pon Come with 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 dead dem not even got pension Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi recoil, so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem take that with a smile De banks of the nile so mild and so fertile Acres more than ah zillion mile People acting vile, pick up cannibal style Wan devour mama, papa, and child, oh I love to see my people living in love I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood Nuff neglect the farming, scornin 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 who*e house Love the rum bar, yet them hate the pure house Dem take the microchip and override the poor out Less food, more mouth and more drought Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi recoil, so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem take that with a smile De banks of the nile so mild and so fertile Measures more than ah zillion mile People acting vile, pick up cannibal style Wan devour mama, papa, and child, oh