Every day I wake I feel like crying,
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Every second I feel like praying,
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Every where I turn my prople dying,
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Brothers and sisters now listen what I'm saying...
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I don't really feel like writing,
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And i don't really feel like singing,
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Coz everywhere I look my people fighting,
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And It's out own that we're killing.
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The same gunmen that cry 'bout suppresion,
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Of the white man and he's racist oppression,
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Go a church and give God he's confesion,
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Gun in his pocket and crack in his possession.
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Damn hypocrite don't be disillusioned,
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Yeah life is tough but that's not no solution,
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You g'wan like ya brave,
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That's an illusion,
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Brave man wouldn't kill his own,
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Would start a revolution.
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Gunamn and too much drug man,
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What are we showing the youts dem?
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We should be protecting,
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Instead we're destroying.
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Oh father,
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Watch over them...
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Watch Over Them
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Ms. Dynamite |