How Could You

It is real, as real as it seem

Don't you live on illusion

Don't you ever try to live a dream

I sing

Buju say, how could you rise up every living day?

Telling yourself everything is okay

When you look at life, you see it slipping away

Lord knows who feels it every moment every day

Those why cry for the poor get neglected, rejected, put to death

How much more we a go take?

Did you father work off him shirt, blood, sweat and tears

Don't tell me that you no forget

Being oppressed by the oppressors, all different types of stress

For the sorrows of the poor, they don't even care less

Refuse to deal with world atrocities, civil unrest

Instead they're building penitentiaries as big as a bird's nest

Saying we are to be blamed for whatever what mess

How could you rise up every living day?

Telling your kids everything is okay

When you look at life, we see it slipping away

Lord knows who cry, every moment every day

Some say, how are you doing?

They want to know if we are fine

Not until we repossess what's rightfully mine

Sitting down for so long, we do believe it is time

Everyone is entitled to food at mealtime

Till then, we'll struggle for rights, no more racial fights

Degradation to the highest heights

All obstacles as a people we have to cross

With health and strength, we all can get across

Happenings of yesterday are just a thing of the past

How could we rise up every living day?

Telling we-self most things is okay

When we look at life, it's see all slipping away

Lord knows who cry, every moment every day

Don't you cry little one, wipe your tears, sing my song

Though we're in a strange land with evilous one

Help the weak if you're strong, iron sharpens iron

When you don't take a look is where the help a come from

What about the masterminds with the foolproof plans?

What about the geniuses who achieve grade one?

How could we rise up every living day?

Telling we-self everything is okay

When we look at life, it's all slipping away

Lord knows who cry, every moment every

Those why cry for the poor get rejected, neglected, put to death

How much more we a go take?

Did you father work off his shirt, blood, sweat and tears?

Don't tell me that you no forget

Being oppressed by the oppressors, all different types of stress

For the sorrows of the poor, they don't even care less

Refuse to deal with world atrocities, civil unrest

Instead they're building penitentiaries as big as a bird's nest

Saying we are to be blamed for whatever what mess

How could you rise up every living day?

Telling yourself most things is okay

When you look at life, it's all slipping away

Lord knows who cry, every moment every day

Some say, how are you doing?

They want to know if you're fine

Not until mi repossess what's rightfully mine

Sitting down for so long, we do believe it is time

Everyone is entitled to food at mealtime

Till then, we'll struggle for rights, no more racial fights

Degradation to the highest heights

Real obstacles as a people we have to cross

With health and strength, we all can get across

Happenings of yesterday are just a thing of the past

How could we rise up every living day?

Telling we-self most things is okay

When you look at life, it's all slipping away

Lord knows who cry, every moment every day