© 2012 J. Meade
Too much, too much
Too much frustration a gwaan
A tear di land, I-Militance
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As mi rise outta mi slumber early morn
I lift my head and praise di most high weh spare mi life another day
But before I wipe my eyes I spot di news some not so lucky
Another suicide let off and thirty more a slay
Why why why so many innocent a die
And caught between the bigger heads dem shedding blood over mentality
Why humanity nuh find another way fi resolve different ideology
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Instead a fighting spiritual war
How long until di senseless killing a cease
Wha make some man a enemies
A dem spiritual war
When every man so bitter from PM to priest
Can’t tell the meek from the beast
In dem spiritual war
It all over the world we never see no peace
Soon as dem build the peace accord the bloodshed increase
Until mankind put aside amount a differences
Leave a man to live and don’t breach we nah go see no peace
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Everywhere yuh turn yuh see a war and crime
Nation against nation dem a kill on full time
How could dem bridge peace from Israel to Palestine
When both a claim dem birthright and say di next one a defile
Di war dung inna di ghetto dem can never out a style
Black a kill dem Black bredda fe gang color over wild
Pure ignorance dem fighting fah a waste dem life so vile
Killing all di likkle juvenile