| Why my people suffer so bad?
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| Who is it that should really be sad?
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| Is it… Is it the misplaced melancholic?
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| Whoa…
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| Well is’t politics time again
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| Are you gonna vote now?
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| My people you ah talk
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| It’s politics time again
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| Are you gonna vote now?
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| My god…
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| Rise up falling suffer
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| Rise and take your stands again
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| He who fights and run away
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| Will live to fight another day
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| Make love and not war
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| It’s the time to duty
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| Haffi see the chance to vote
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| Fire bun dem constitution
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| Long time we need ah choose
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| Fed up with promises
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| And hopeless hope
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| Why the box must be empty
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| For those clothes
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| No one harm no one
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| True the color of the clothes, now
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| But some just plain greedy
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| No matter how we teach them
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| For get easy… yaw
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| It’s the rasta them talkin'
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| New gear, new gear
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| Bloodshed…
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| From rema-a-and
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| Down in the valley
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| Can them hear ya-a-ah
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| Crack down…
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| (it's) Has become ah gunman compound
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| Now bless all people who has seen this shit
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| Lord
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| Dem cry reliclesly yeah
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| You keep on moving
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| Every minute every hour
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| Gunshot fall like shower
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| Whoa like new clear power
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| And the likkle want, we want
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| And the likkle preach, we preach
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| Selcter buzz thier big on the street, lord
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| Kill people
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| What dem really seek?
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| Who is it that I man speaking?
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| Who is it that is controlin' the system?
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| Three parties and I’m not dancing
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| Who is it then?
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| Who is she then?
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| Now who is the Mr. In?
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| Yeah, it is the pain time
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| Again now… Whoo
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| Everything race
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| But we won’t live in fret
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| But the air we breath becomes thick with dead
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| Then we know Jah ah guide
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| We will never fret
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| When ever you ready ready
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| No more sparge
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| Whenever you light or heavy
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| Ah pure respect, lord lord lord lord
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| Now war, now war |