Letra de 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, scornin 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 them 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 di coil, so many go defile
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take that with a smile
De 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

Sow life seed and let it blossom
Dem sey dem ting dem take too long fi grow and start to cuss her
I could not trust them and those as how I trust har
Such is life, dem say ah just hurt
I see Cassia Heights weh dem call di squatter land
Some seh fi government, some seh fi Matalon
Still no waan share although dem gotta ah lotta land
Dem waan fi turn ah gun range and shotta land

Rasta tell dem all the while
Stop war and go till the soil
Stop fighting for land and oil
Fi di coil, so many go defile
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take that with a smile
De banks of the nile so mild and so fertile
Acres more than ah zillion mile
People acting vile, pick up cannibal style
Waan devour mama, papa, and child, oh

Politician ah talk certain tings dem nah mention
Sey ah drugs and gun di people tax money spend pon
Come with plastic smile and dem wicked intention
Inna ya hand, ah 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 di coil, so many go defile
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take that with a smile
De 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

I love to see my people living in love
I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood
Nuff neglect the farming, scornin 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 them hate the pure house
Dem take the microchip 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 di coil, so many go defile
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take that with a smile
De banks of the nile so mild and so fertile
Measures more than ah zillion mile
People acting vile, pick up cannibal style
Wan devour mama, papa, and child, oh