Jah have mercy on them souls
Let me hear some more (woi oi)
How could life be like this?
When everyone should be giving thanks and praises (woh Lord)
See the farmer man love when the rain fall every day cause him crops a grow
The sporta-man love when the sun shine every day 'cause him style a show
Downtown nuh love when rain a fall, up town flood out
Eight million them spend pon hope road and the flooding nuh end
The wicked man love when him gun buss loud and clear and him shots cya done
And the police man love when him have a extra clip, fi when a innocent get shot down
Downtown nuh love when shot a buss rude boyz and police
Cool out the rage of violence and jus keep the peace
Cause when man a rage, could never be as terrible
Like when Jah a rage, refrain from your crooked ways
Dem sit in high chair and watch the island sell out (uh huh)
Then gone a world bank pon them knees a look bail out (oh yes)
Only private sectors get the benefit and poor people's dont
They all see and know that this system is worse them hand to mouth
And downtown no love when rain a fall up town flood out
A 34 them spend pon three mile and the traffic block up
Same way (woah lord)
How could life be like this?
When everyone should all be living for each other (woah lord)
Trample them again, trample down the wicked force (woi oi)
Trample them again
Cause when man a rage, could never be as terrible
Like when Jah a rage, refrain from your crooked ways
And Downtown nuh love when rain a fall, up town flood out
Eight million them spend pon hope road and the flooding nuh end
Illiteracy makes the people search for unruly food for their bellies
And never make inquisitions about what ministers do with tax payers money
