Reggae music we mek enuh
Yeah
Oh, Father bless this land
Guide us with Your mighty hand
Your mighty hand, Your mighty hand
Come on and prayer with me (say a prayer)
Anthony B
I wish my country would be crime-free
Too much guns in town
Dem running Kingston like a cowboy town
A yagga, yo, oh, oh
Too much guns in town
And me know say, gun no mek a Jamdown
Oh, oh, oh, oh
So, why you kill your brother?
It don't make no sense
That don't make no sense (no)
It doesn't make no sense
Say you a badman, because you lack self-confidence
And to how wicked nobody can escape from your incident
Too much 'K's and Smith and Wesson
Kill your bredda, now on roadside him left 'pon
As you inna argument, you quick fi go press 'pon
Nah stop talk and then you act like you deaf man
And your life now a full time you check 'pon
Me no need your vote, this is not election
Look how me talk to the right and the left one
Now dem dead, and momma distress 'pon
Too much guns in town
Dem running Kingston like a cowboy town
A yagga, yo, oh, oh
Too much guns in town
And me know say, gun no mek a Jamdown
Me a tell you
Inna the ghetto, too much division
Too much ends and, too much likkle don
Too much pressure from the big to the likkle man
Well a full time now we make a decision
Equal rights and justice, we bun religion
From Africa, to the Caribbean
We no want no bloodshed 'pon we likkle land
Full time you listen to the Rastaman (listen)
Too much guns in town
Dem running Kingston like a cowboy town
A yagga, yo, oh, oh
Too much guns in town
And me know say, gun no mek a Jamdown
As Mikey say
Dem we kill you muma, dem we kill you pupa
Murder you sister, shot dung you bredda
Yes, this yah country, couldn't get no redder
A that's why me a say, 'let's come together', woii
Work hard, waan look me tredda
Help ghetto youth, climb up the ladder
Don't badmind fi you one anedda (no, sah)
Yah hear me, me bredda
See?
Too much guns in town
Dem running Kingston like a cowboy town
A yagga, yo, oh, oh
Too much guns in town
And me know say, gun no mek a Jamdown
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Too much guns in town
Dem running Kingston like a cowboy town
A yagga, yo, oh, oh
Too much guns in town (too much guns)
This is not the cowboy movie, dem guns is not around
This is Jamaica, sunshine, ground, right?!
Too much guns in town (too much, too much, too much...)
Dem running Kingston like a cowboy town
Hear me now, hear me now, you see you? (Dem running Kingston like a cowboy town)
Yeah, shotter a your job, yeah, no bother a go work tonight (too much guns in town)
Yeah, me know the empress kinda talk loud, but no bother broke a fight (gun no mek a Jamdown)
You see weh me a say? (Like a cowboy)
Yeah, it's the year and the time of the season
Let's sit and reason (too much, too much guns in town)
A likkle ital stew might be seasoned (like a cowboy town)
You see weh me a say? (Like a cowboy)
Listen now man! (Too much guns in town)
Tek off the iPod and the iPhone man (too much guns in town)
Put dung the BlackBerry for a minute (too much guns in town)
Mek we check 'pon we future and, the way things going enuh, man
Lock off the Facebook and the Twitter fi a while, man (too much guns in town)
Think about yourself and your mother and your child (too much guns in town)
You know see the country kinda look spoil, the youth dem kinda (like a cowboy town)
Hear me now man? (Like a cowboy)
Want a better life fi the juvenile, hear me say (too much guns in town)
Too much guns in town (too much guns in town)
Dem running Kingston like a cowboy town (like a cowboy town)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Guns in town
Yes!
And me know say, guns no mek a Jamdown