Where there's, more hungry mouths Than food to eat It's where the homeless Roam the street Where broken glass And broken dreams Are shattered and scattered Amongst debris Sufferation wrath And still they laugh And dream of a mansion Above the half No one to speak Upon there behalf Now tell me do they stand a chance? Where there's, more food Than mouths to feed Where you find those who Claim to lead Because of all their personal greed They always want more than they need They don't help those Below the half Instead they stand aside and laugh As if it's all we'll ever ask When will they make a change?
CHORUS (Yami Bolo)
Children lift your heads To the one Who create the sun My children And your light will come shinning again Show the world Jah love is okay When we rise and greet the sun Lets give him thanks and praise
Illegal guns They roam the night In hungry hands Waiting to bite The first sign of Any food in sight Youths in the dark Searching for light Hard time they face Is not a choice Police curfew Is no surprise And with no one To be there voice Do they stand a chance? Where there's, more hungry mouths Then food to eat Where you find those who Claim to lead Because of all there personal greed They always want more than they need They don't help those Below the Ave Instead they stand aside and laugh As if it's all we'll ever ask When will they make a change?
Its like a punk never check Or dem did forget Say a death We nature naughty Ah true mi go born uptown Tell dem fools don't cross me That's only where Cindy brought me And that's why they can't impress me With no boasty car Me know dat ah kill dem softly And then they're not Really even who they think they are They're not really moving crafty Mi get fi understand Say them plan dem faulty Well nuff a dem a twenty And favor forty Filthy rich big belly And hearty Di real Gideon will Be arriving shortly Rasta nuh beat Binghi Drum we claatt it We live longer Cause we food nuh salty We grow stronger And dem can't assault we So haile Rastafari love And exhalt it