Lava Ground

Living In Love

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 reap the fruit as it buds
Oh, they fill the earth with prison, church, and whore house
Love the rum bar, yet they hate the pure house
Dem take the microchip and override the poor out
Less food, more drought and more mouth
Rasta tell dem all the while
Stop war and go till the soil
Stop fighting for land and oil
Fi de coil so many go defile
Slave master spit inna dem face and take that with a smile
Da banks of the nile so mild and so fertile; acres more than ah zillion mile
People acting vile; pick up cannibal style
Wan devour mama, papa, and child, oh
Sew life seed and mek it buss har
Dem sey dem ting dem tek too long fi grow and start to cuss har
I could'n't trust them and those as how I trust her
Such is life, dem say ah just her
I see Kosha hide so dem call di spot ah land
Some sey fi government, some sey fi matter land
Still no wan' share although dem gotta lot ah land
Dem wan fi turn ah gun range and shot Iran.
Rasta tell dem all the while
Stop war and go till the soil
Stop fighting for land and oil
Fi de coil so many go defile
Slave master spit inna dem face and take that with a smile
Da banks of the nile so mild and so fertile; acres more than ah zillion mile
People acting vile; pick up cannibal style
Wan devour mama, papa, and child, oh
Politician ah talk certain tings dem nah mention
Sey ah drugs and gun people tax money spend pon
Come with plastic smile and dem wicked intention
Inna ya hand, is 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 dead dem not even got pension
Rasta tell dem all the while
Stop war and go till the soil
Stop fighting for land and oil
Fi de coil so many go defile
Slave master spit inna dem face and take that with a smile
Da banks of the nile so mild and so fertile; acres more than ah zillion mile
People acting vile; pick up cannibal style
Wan 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 buds
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 override the poor 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 de coil so many go defile
Slave master spit inna dem face and take that with a smile
Da banks of the nile so mild and so fertile; acres more than ah zillion mile
People acting vile; pick up cannibal style