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I cry for my country

When will we learn peace

Dying over ridiculous beef's in the streets

It tears me to pieces that every day so many young people become deacesed

At the hands of a bad man

At the hands of a don

At these costs people die so young

In poverty there is crime

Jamaicans need to stand and unite

We need to Love our own people

Why do we always have to fight

Here I am in myown little world

Tuning in on the Jamaican radio

TO here a few mintues ago

A bullet went into another little girl

And the illusion of my own little world becomes broken

But my heart still cries

That we lock up our gate

Cuz we fraid of a shotta man steal

Lord if them don't hear them will feel.

I feel guilty I am away from yard

Cuz In a way I'm much more safe

But my people have to deal with the disgrace of this place everyday

Of this Land that we're supossed to love

But instead we ah kill off we one anotha

There is no love

The ute dem heart too rawted cold.