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Every day I wake I feel like crying,
Every second I feel like praying,
Every where I turn my prople dying,
Brothers and sisters now listen what Iīm saying...
I donīt really feel like writing,
And i donīt really feel like singing,
Coz everywhere I look my people fighting,
And Itīs out own that weīre killing.
The same gunmen that cry ībout suppresion,
Of the white man and heīs racist oppression,
Go a church and give God heīs confesion,
Gun in his pocket and crack in his possession.
Damn hypocrite donīt be disillusioned,
Yeah life is tough but thatīs not no solution,
You gīwan like ya brave,
Thatīs an illusion,
Brave man wouldnīt kill his own,
Would start a revolution.
Gunamn and too much drug man,
What are we showing the youts dem?
We should be protecting,
Instead weīre destroying.
Oh father,
Watch over them...
Translate to:
Every day I wake I feel like crying,
Every second I feel like praying,
Every where I turn my prople dying,
Brothers and sisters now listen what Iīm saying...
I donīt really feel like writing,
And i donīt really feel like singing,
Coz everywhere I look my people fighting,
And Itīs out own that weīre killing.
The same gunmen that cry ībout suppresion,
Of the white man and heīs racist oppression,
Go a church and give God heīs confesion,
Gun in his pocket and crack in his possession.
Damn hypocrite donīt be disillusioned,
Yeah life is tough but thatīs not no solution,
You gīwan like ya brave,
Thatīs an illusion,
Brave man wouldnīt kill his own,
Would start a revolution.
Gunamn and too much drug man,
What are we showing the youts dem?
We should be protecting,
Instead weīre destroying.
Oh father,
Watch over them...