Well I see children with a gun and I see children with a knife

tell you likkle fool the golden rude boy it ain't nice

stop dem, Jah Jah fe cure dem

One is rudeboy named r–u–d–e, woe

I am a rootboy r–double yo–t, woe

one is rudeboy named r–u–d–e

and if dem gun make well don't you mix me up with dem no

See dem in the night, see dem a go fight

see dem a go dread, see dem a go bad

step back well don't start beef with the millimeter man

'cause you'll be the loser with a bullet in your head

with open arms and with open eyes I man walk my way into this life

well, I know some were born with prices on their head

hell click, click, boom it's the sound of the tumb

and then all of a sudden it's quiet in the room

everybody looking down on the earth

while you are lying looking at the roof of the church

people from here and people from far crying 'bout the death and loss you are weh

weh in their memories you'll be a shining star and

Fire for every rootboy who is rising bless bless

higher well Jah Jah children a go riding riding yeah yeah

Fire for every rootboy who is rising bless bless

higher well Jah Jah children a go riding riding yeah yeah

Fuss fuss fight instead of standin' together

what could it bring to seed greed me na cheatin' me brother

well all brainwashed fools it's family

only politicians playing hardcore comedy

well a sick sick sick who's sick in his mind toy

tick tick tick do you feeling the time boy

runnin' out of love and runnin' out of life

you vow vengeance bloody knight

and the vicious cirlce's going on and on

while some of dem a dance some a dem shot down

don't you never wanna see another morning light

without tragedies commited in the last dark night

so take your gun dread man keep it down low

take your jay dread man burn it up, woe

and let we jamming and a jamming in one love a

Fire for every rootboy who is rising bless bless

higher well Jah Jah children a go riding riding yeah yeah

Fire for every rootboy who is rising bless bless

higher well Jah Jah children a go riding riding yeah yeah

Well, I see children with a gun and I see children with a knife

tell you likkle fool the golden rude boy it ain't nice

stop dem, Jah Jah fe cure dem

Well, I see children with a gun and I see children with a knife

tell you likkle fool the golden rude boy it ain't nice

stop dem, Jah Jah fe cure dem