Watch Over Them

Every day I wake, I feel like crying
Every second, I feel like praying
Everywhere I turn, my people dying
Brothers and sisters, now listen what I'm saying

I don't really feel like writing
And I don't really feel like singing
‘Cause everywhere I look, my people fighting
And it's our own that we're killing

The same gunmen that cry about suppression
Of the white man and his racist oppression
Go a church and give God his confession
Gun in his pocket and crack in his possession

Damn hypocrite, don't be disillusioned
Yeah, life is tough, but that's not no solution
You g'wan like yer brave, that's an illusion
Brave man wouldn't kill his own, would start a revolution

Gunman and too much drug man
What are we showing the youts dem?
We should be protecting
Instead, we're destroying
Oh Father
Watch over them