How Jamaica a gwaan so, man? Mi a tell yu seh yesterday mi see a car accident an see di two man dem go fi war, like dem wan kill each other An den mi look down di road, rasta, an mi see a yute eat out di garbage, mi a seh sopm nuh right..
Jamaica, One time di place used to live up inna love an people unite an de vibe never stir up Man a reason bout life an a smoke up di bud up One love, one blood was di word(?) up and, Nowadays everyting get mud up, everyting shut up, violence a start flur up People nah no love an jus bare skull bur up(?) Sweet Jamaica we get so corrupt an..
Where is all of the love, we aint livin right People hustle everyday, we need a better life When deh (Ready?) pon de corn(er)(?), de bigga heads come, leavin us to fight When will we get it right? When will we see the light?
Everyday man bawlin out A bare innocent yutes keep fallin out (fallin out) An di bigga heads stallin out Di more time waste an di more life running out Dem fraid fi we call dem out Fi brand poor people, u know its all about (ant(?) ammount) An keep dem starvin out When dem shoulda educate and free dem out
Verse 3: Fi do di right an dont do di wrong ting Some a dem a ??? war like dem a ??? king(?) Dem shankin, big gun crankin Never stop a day, take time and thank Him Whatta day wiked man get tramplin' Father God, Him a go out and stamp him No tamperin, no more rampin narrowest part of di righteous flankin