| Maybe one day we’ll be united |
| And our love won’t be divided |
| If love was a thing |
| That me say money could buy |
| The rich man would live |
| And me say the poor man would die |
| If freedom was thing |
| That they would keep upon earth |
| Happiness would be abundant |
| Unity would give birth |
| For a hungry nation |
| Yes you get a hungry people |
| That is mentally cripple |
| And a kind a always hope |
| Gundshi a fight in a South Africa |
| And the youth them a suffer in Dominican |
| Peace, I got a plea calling |
| I see too many kids simply falling |
| In the streets, it’s trife a waste |
| Of a life either you die by the bullet |
| Or struck by a knife |
| But yo it ain’t the way to go |
| You can’t kill the next man |
| Just to get the doe |
| We gotta fight tonight |
| But we gotta fight right |
| Can’t fight for the doe |
| We gotta fight to unit |
| In America the problem take over |
| Robber, shot |
| Robber shot down in Kingston Jamaica |
| Me not joke |
| Me not play, me not get stop |
| Respect Abubaka, respect Mandela |
| Bob Marley tell the dread rasta world |
| Stevie Wonder |
| If you live by the gun |
| And you well well bit by the fun |
| And when ja ja guy come |
| The babylon them have to run |
| We need o-n-e, l-o-v-e |
| U-n-i-t-y before we all die |
| But you don’t listen |
| You don’t understand still kickin' |
| The bullshit tryin' to be the man |
| Well you want to go and do old piece |
| You gotta to get the man |
| With the cop and an education |
| To rebuild the nation |