Créditos
Letra
Jah have mercy on them sou-ouls
Let me hear some moo-oo-oo-oo-ore
Woi-ooh-eeh!
How could life be like this
When everyone
Should be giving thanks and praises?
Oh, Lord!
Seh di farmer man love when the rain fall everyday
(Uh! uh!)
'cause him crops a grow
The soldier man love when the sun shine everyday
(Uh! uh!)
'cause him style a show
Downtown no love when rain a fall
Uptown flood out
Eight million dem spend 'pon Hope Road
And the flooding no end
Well..
The wicked man love when him gun buss loud and clear
And him shots cyaan dung
And the police man love when him have a extra gun
Fi when a innocent get shot dung
Downtown no love weh shot a buss
Rudebwoys and police
Cool out the rage of violence
And just keep the peace
'cause when man a reeeeeign
Could never be as terrible
Like when Jah a reeeeeign
Refrain from your crooked ways
Dem sit in high chair and watch the island sell out, uh-uh
(Uh! uh!)
Then gone a World Bank 'pon dem knees a look bailout, oh yes
(Uh! uh!)
Only private sectors get the benefits of poor people's doubts
(Mmmmhhhh, Mmmmmhhhh)
They all see and know
That the system is worse than hand to mout'
And Downtown no love when rain a fall
Uptown flood out
A thirty four dem spend 'pon T'ree Mile
And the traffic block up
Say well, Oh, Lord!
How could life be like this
When everyone should be living for each other?
Oh, Lord!
Hey...
Trample dem again
Trample dung the wicked foes
Woi-yoooooo-iiih!
Trample dem again!
'cause when man a reeeeeign
Could never be as terrible
Like when Jah a reeeeeign
Refrain from your crooked ways
And Downtown no love when rain a fall
Uptown flood out
Eight million dem spend 'pon Hope Road
And the flooding no end
Wooooi!
Illiteracy makes the people
Search for only foods for their belly
And never make inquisitions
On what ministers do with taxpayers money
And Downtown no love when rain a fall
Uptown flood out
Thirty four dem spend 'pon T'ree Mile
And the traffic block up!
Woi-yoooooooh!
(Downtown no love when rain a fall)
Trample dem again
(Uptown flood out)
Woi-yoooooooh!
(Eight million dem spend 'pon Hope Road)
Trample dung the wicked foes
(And the flooding no end)
Written by: DODD, Clement Seymour, Duncan, Dwight
