Guns At Large

Now this is a message to the black folks of the village, as I would say
A few days ago, I take up the Jamaica Weekly
I gotta put it down meekly
Tribulation and war on the land, as I would say
And I-Roy can't understand
We got to have a change of plan
National heroes dying one by one
National sportsman, as I would say
They going out one by one

All of we thing on the land is caused by these politician
What a crooked situation
We need no standing ovation
We got to change the situation
And have some kind of classical relation
Morning, evening
Morning, evening

Got to have some manners
No manners at all, as I would say
Likkle pickney, big pickney
Small man, big man
No one no understand
We got to have a change of plan
Can't stand the situation

I'll tell you, when I say
Alright
Soldier take over
Rudeboys gone aground
Soldier take over
Rudeboys nowhere to be found, as I would say
Soldier take over
Rudeboys gone outta town, as I would say
Soldier take over
Gunman gone a town
Stop brandish your iron
Stop say you a lion
You nah gone go a Zion
If you no dash away your iron
High is the lion
Soldier take over
Rudeboy gone a jail, can't get no bail
Yeah, murder on the land
Detention camp, where the youth stay until they become a tramp
Detention camp, where rudeboys stay until they become a tramp
Murder on the land, down Jamaica way, as I would say
What a tribulation