Everyday I Wake I Feel Like Crying
Every Second I Feel Like Praying
Everywhere I Turn My People Dying
Brothers And Sisters Now Listen What Im Sayin
I Dont Really Feel Like Writing I Dont Really Feel Like Singing Coz Everywhere I Look My People Fighting And Its Our Own That Were Killing
The Same Gunman That Cry Bout Suppression Of The White Man And His Racist Oppression.go A Church And Give God A Confession Gun In His Pocket And Crack In His Possession. Damm Hypocrite Dont Be Disillusioned Yeah Life Is Tough But Thats Not A Solution You G'wan Like Thats An Illusion Brave Man Wouldnt Kill His Own World Start A Revolution.
Gunman And Too Much Drugman What Are We Showing,the Youts Dem We Should Be Protecting Instead Were Destroyig
Oh Farther Watch Over Them