Living In Love

歌詞

[1st verse] I love to see my people living in love I hate to see them fighting & swimming in blood Nuff neglect the farming, the scorning the mud Yet they want to be the first to reap the fruit as it bud (OH!) They fill the earth with prison, church, and whore house Love the rum bar, yet them hate the pure house Dem take the microchip and now a wrath a pour out Less food, more drought and more mouth (oh) [Chorus] Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi di coil so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile Di banks of the nile so mild and so fertile acres more than a zillion mile People acting vile pick up cannibal style Wah devour mama, papa, and child, (oh) [2nd verse] Sew life seed it and mek it buss Dem sey dem ting dem tek too long fi grow and start to cuss har I couldn't trust some of those as how I trust her Such is life, dem say ah just her I see Cassia Heights weh dem call di squater land Some sey fi government, some sey fi Mathalon Still no wan share although dem got a lot ah land Dem wan fi turn a gun range and shotta land. [Chorus] Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi di coil so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile The banks of the nile so mild & so fertile acres more than ah zillion mile The people acting vile pick up cannibal style Wah devour mama, papa, and child [3rd verse] Politician ah talk certain tings dem nah mention Sey ah drugs and gun people tax money spend pon Come wit plastic smile & dem wicked intention Inna ya hand, a where dem put dem evil invention Turn gun model seeking attention See it deh now ya dead and it is no redemption Parents ah wonder where to get the first cent from To bury the dirt dem not even got pension [Chorus] Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go til the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi di coil so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile Di banks of the nile so mild and so fertile acres more than ah zillion mile The people acting vile pick up cannibal style Wah devour mama, papa, and child [Rpt 1st verse] I love to see my people living in love. I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood. Nuff neglect the farming, scorning the mud. Yet they want to be the first to pick the fruit as it bud (oh) They turn the earth inna prison, church, and whore house Love the rum bar, yet they hate the pure house Dem take the micro chip and now a wrath a pour out Less food, more mouth and more drought [Chorus] Rasta tell dem all the while Stop war and go till the soil Stop fighting for land and oil Fi the coil so many go defile Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat wit a smile Da banks of the nile so mild and so fertile measures more than ah zillion mile People acting vile, dem pick up cannibal style Wah devour mama, papa, and child