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How Jamaica a gwaan so man?
Me a tell you say yesterday me see a car accident
And say the two man dem go fi war like dem waan kill each other
And then me look down the road, Rasta
And me see a youth a eat down the garbage
Me a say, "Something no right"
Yo, Jamaica
One time the place used to live up and a love up
And people unite and no fight never stir up
Man a reason 'bout life and a smoke up the bud up
One love, one blood was the word up
And nowadays everything get mud up
Everything shut up, violence just a flare up
People no have no love, a just pure skull burup
Sweet Jamaica, how it get so corrupt?
Where is all of the love? We ain't living right
People hustle everyday, we need a better life
Where the money gone, the bigger heads come leaving us to fight
When will we get it right? When will we see the light?
Everyday man bawling out
A pure innocent youth keep falling out
Falling out, and the bigger heads stalling out
The more time waste and the more life grinding out
Dem 'fraid fi we call dem out
Fi blind poor people, you know it's all about
Hand to mouth and keep dem starving out
When dem shoulda educate and free dem out
Where is all of the love? We ain't living right
People hustle everyday, we need a better life
Where the money gone, the bigger heads come leaving us to fight
When will we get it right? When will we see the light?
Fi do the right and don't do the wrong thing
Some of dem a boot war like dem a don king
Dem shanking, big gun cranking
Never stop a day, take time and thank Him
What a day wicked man get trampling
Father God, Him a go out and stamp him
No tampering, no more ramping
Narrowest part of the righteous flanking
Where is all of the love? We ain't living right
People hustle everyday, we need a better life
Where the money gone, the bigger heads come leaving us to fight
When will we get it right? When will we see the light?
One time the place used to live up and a love up
And people unite and no fight never stir up
Man a reason 'bout life and a smoke up the bud up
One blood, one love was the word up
And nowadays everything get mud up
Everything shut up, violence just a flare up
People no have no love, a just pure skull burup
Sweet, sweet Jamaica, how it get so corrupt?
Where is all of the love? We ain't living right
People hustle everyday, we need a better life
Where the money gone, the bigger heads come leaving us to fight
When will we get it right? When will we see the light?
Where is all of the love? We ain't living right
People hustle everyday, we need a better life
Where the money gone, the bigger heads come leaving us to fight
When will we get it right? When will we see the light?
Where is all of the love? We ain't living right
People hustle everyday, we need a better life
Where the money gone, the bigger heads come leaving us to fight
When will we get it right? When will we see the light?
Where is all of the love? We ain't living right
People hustle everyday, we need a better life, better life
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