Living In Love

I love to see my people living in love

I hate to see them fighting & swimming in blood

Nuff neglect the farming, the scorning the mud

Yet they want to be the first to reap the fruit as it bud (oh)

They fill the earth with prison, church, and whore house

Love the rum bar, yet them hate the pure house

Dem take the microchip and now a wrath a pour out

Less food, more drought and more mouth (oh)

Rasta tell dem all the while

Stop war and go till the soil

Stop fighting for land and oil

Fi di coil so many go defile

Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile

Di banks of the nile so mild and so fertile acres more than a zillion mile

People acting vile pick up cannibal style

Wah devour mama, papa, and child (oh)

Sew life seed it and mek it buss

Dem sey dem ting dem tek too long fi grow and start to cuss har

I couldn't trust some of those as how I trust her

Such is life, dem say ah just her

I see Cassia Heights weh dem call di squater land

Some sey fi government, some sey fi Mathalon

Still no wan share although dem got a lot ah land

Dem wan fi turn a gun range and shotta land

Rasta tell dem all the while

Stop war and go till the soil

Stop fighting for land and oil

Fi di coil so many go defile

Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile

The banks of the nile so mild & so fertile acres more than ah zillion mile

The people acting vile pick up cannibal style

Wah devour mama, papa, and child

Politician ah talk certain tings dem nah mention

Sey ah drugs and gun people tax money spend pon

Come wit plastic smile & dem wicked intention

Inna ya hand, a where dem put dem evil invention

Turn gun model seeking attention

See it deh now ya dead and it is no redemption

Parents ah wonder where to get the first cent from

To bury the dirt dem not even got pension

Rasta tell dem all the while

Stop war and go til the soil

Stop fighting for land and oil

Fi di coil so many go defile

Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile

Di banks of the nile so mild and so fertile acres more than ah zillion mile

The people acting vile pick up cannibal style

Wah devour mama, papa, and child

I love to see my people living in love

I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood

Nuff neglect the farming, scorning the mud

Yet they want to be the first to pick the fruit as it bud (oh)

They turn the earth inna prison, church, and whore house

Love the rum bar, yet they hate the pure house

Dem take the micro chip and now a wrath a pour out

Less food, more mouth and more drought

Rasta tell dem all the while

Stop war and go till the soil

Stop fighting for land and oil

Fi the coil so many go defile

Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile

Da banks of the nile so mild and so fertile measures more than ah zillion mile

People acting vile, dem pick up cannibal style