Watch Over Them

Ms. Dynamite

Everyday I wake Ifeel 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'treally 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 bout 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 hypocride 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 

Gumnman and too much drug man 
What are we showing 
The youth dem 
We should be protecting 
Instead we're destroying 
Oh father watch over them