| Oh when I wake up in the morning
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| There is no breakfast on my table
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| When I reach home in the evening
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| There is no dinner on my table
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| How many rivers do we have to cross, / Before we can talk to the boss?
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| So dem a loot and a shoot and a wailing
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| Racial war in the city, now it’s burning
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| So long poor people crying out to you. |
| / You never give a listening ear
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| So long poor people reaching out to you. |
| / You never seem to really mm
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| In your land of plenty, so many poor
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| Homeless and hungry
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| So many die on the frontline
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| So long we slaved on the homeline
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| So them a root with the truth and them saying
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| Racial war failing tonight
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| So much promises, so much lies. |
| / Bring more tears to their eyes
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| So much being said, a little been done
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| So many crying when there’s so much fun
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| How long will you reap off their labor?
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| Keep them so poor in great hunger
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| How can you sit there and say you care?
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| When so much pain and sorrows everywhere
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| Champagne and caviar time
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| You don’t care if Jah come in the morning
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| So you treat Jah children like swine
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| And you don’t take heed to Jah warning
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| Racial injustice in the city, yeah
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| And I yah tell you, it’s not pretty now
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| Poor people in the struggle. |
| / Pressure is rising on the double
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| Tell you it’s bad, bad, bad. |
| / Tell you it’s mad. |
| The people sad
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| So we’re trying. |
| Ain’t nothing working
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| So we’re crying. |
| The children are dying
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| It’s getting worse. |
| From worse to worse |