(feat. Buju Banton) I'm Buju Banton with the preacher's son Who gave the orders For them to go, alright Who gave the orders Martin was shut down, ah, alright Who gave the orders To drop the bomb, we wanna know Who gave the orders No refugees across the borders, yeah Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef Who's gonna answer Where did all these guns come from, tell me, ey Who's gonna answer Feeding lies to our daughters and sons But they will have to answer Then what you gonna do when the Rastaman comes Where you gonna run for cover Looking through the window of my ire eyes On this city filled with lies Observing the people working so hard Doing whatever it takes to get by Then I look at myself and realize That I was put here for a reason Lord knows I've done my best and I've tried We gon' keep trying Who gave the orders For them to go, Lord no Who gave the orders Martin was gunned down, oh Who gave the orders To drop the bomb, my God Who gave the orders No refugees across the borders, who Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef Who's gonna answer Where did all these guns come from, tell me Who's gonna answer Feeding lies to our daughters and sons They will have to answer Then what they gonna do when the Rastaman comes Where you gonna run for cover Well what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what are you gonna do Incarcerate a million and only free few What was done to others, it shall be done to you Open up your eyes and you will see the full view Work all day, and you can't get raise in pay Civilly bodies being taken away I wonder what the voice of the people have to say Stand up and defend your rights today Who gave the orders, who gave the orders For them to go Who gave the orders Martin was gunned down, Martin was gunned down, oh, Martin was gunned down Who gave the orders, who gave the orders To drop the bomb Who gave the orders, who gave the orders No refugees across the borders, no, no, no, no Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef Who's gonna answer Where did all these guns come from, Wyclef, ah Who's gonna answer Telling lies to our daughters and sons They will have to answer Then what they gonna do when the righteous man comes Where you gonna run for cover