Living In Love

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)
 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)
 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
 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
 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
 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
 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
 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