Tom: Cm
Cm
I love to see my people livin in love
Gm
I hate to see dem fightin an swimmin in blood
Cm
Nuff neglect di farming, scornin the mud
Gm
Yet they want to be the first to reap the fruit as it buds
Cm
Oh, they fill di earth wit prison, church, an whorehouse
Gm
Love di rum bar, yet dem hate the pure house
Cm
Dem take the microchip and override the poor out
Gm
Less food, more drought and more mout
[Chorus]
Cm
Rasta tell dem all di while: stop war an go till di soil
Gm
Stop fightin for land and oil
Cm
Fi di coil, so many go defile
Gm
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take dat wit a smile
Cm
Di banks of de nile, so mild and so fertile
Gm
Acres more than a zillion mile
Cm
People acting vile, pick up cannibal style
Gm
Waan devour mama, papa, an chile, oh
[Verse 2]
Cm
Sow life seed and let it blossom
Gm
Dem sey dem ting dem take too long fi grow an start to cuss har
Cm
I could not trust dem an those as how I trust har
Gm
Such is life, dem say ah jus hurt
Cm
I see Cassia Heights weh dem call di squatter land
Gm
Some seh fi government, some seh fi Matalon
Cm
Still no waan share although dem gotta ah lotta land
Gm
Dem waan fi turn ah gun range an shotta land
[Chorus]
Cm
Rasta tell dem all di while: stop war an go till di soil
Gm
Stop fightin for land and oil
Cm
Fi di coil, so many go defile
Gm
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take dat wit a smile
Cm
Di banks of de nile, so mild and so fertile
Gm
Acres more than a zillion mile
Cm
People acting vile, pick up cannibal style
Gm
Waan devour mama, papa, an chile
[Verse 3]
Cm
Politician ah talk certain tings dem nah mention
Gm
Seh ah drugs and gun di people tax money spend pon
Cm
Come wit plastic smile an dem wicked intention
Gm
Inna ya hand, ah weh dem put dem evil invention
Cm
Turn gun model seekin attention
Gm
See it deh now ya dead and it is no redemption
Cm
Parents ah wonder weh to get di fus cent from
Gm
To bury di dead dem not even got pension
[Chorus]
Cm
Rasta tell dem all di while: stop war an go till di soil
Gm
Stop fightin for land and oil
Cm
Fi di coil, so many go defile
Gm
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take dat wit a smile
Cm
Di banks of the nile, so mild and so fertile
Gm
Acres more than a zillion mile
Cm
People acting vile, pick up cannibal style
Gm
Waan devour mama, papa, an chile
[Verse 1]
Cm
I love to see my people livin in love
Gm
I hate to see dem fightin an swimmin in blood
Cm
Nuff neglect di farming, scornin the mud
Gm
Yet they want to be the first to reap the fruit as it buds
Cm
Oh, they fill di earth wit prison, church, and whorehouse
Gm
Love di rum bar, yet dem hate di pure house
Cm
Dem take the microchip and override the poor out
Gm
Less food, more mout an more drought, oy
[Chorus]
Cm
Rasta tell dem all di while: stop war an go till di soil
Gm
Stop fightin for land and oil
Cm
Fi di coil, so many go defile
Gm
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take dat wit a smile
Cm
Di banks of the nile, so mild and so fertile
Gm
Acres more than a zillion mile
Cm
People acting vile, dem pick up cannibal style
Gm
Waan devour mama, papa, an chile
