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The wicked them crawl out, in a broad daylight with them gun and then the man a take another youth life Them a ball out, say no that's not right, should never experience such a brutal sight Them go all out, machines all out, it's another innocent them shoot, yeah In this world can you tell me what is humbling, somebody gotta do something Oh lord, and a little preach man preach and beg them keep the peace Oh lord, it seems like life have no values now full of policies Oh lord, criminals on the wrong page, we're wondering if we're in the end of days Oh lord, are these the things that papa used to talk about? Murderers how do you feel taking someone's life when them begging for mercy And you never think twice, don't you have a concious? look into yourself for a minute Where is the love, the love, the love, the love in your heart? You do the bad things abroad but you can't hide from god, so many people you left sad Oh lord, and a little preach man preach and beg them keep the peace Oh lord, it seems like life have no values now full of policies Oh lord, criminals on the wrong page, we're wondering if we're in the end of days Oh lord, are these the things that papa used to talk about? The whole city turn red blood running in the streets, and you have to keep your eyes open Them head hotter than a furnace, make sure you learn this, they do as they like and there's no justice Oh what a day, what a day, what a day, when the wicked them passed away And everyone living in unity, yeah, harmony of beauty Oh my lord, oh won't you hear my cry not only me but protect us on the journey Oh my lord, a lot of us need your helping hand to understand ourself Oh my lord, i would love to see a better world, when all crime and violence cease Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh lord, and a little preach man preach and beg them keep the peace Oh lord, it seems like life have no values now full of policies Oh lord, criminals on the wrong page, we're wondering if we're in the end of days Oh lord, are these the things that papa used to talk about? Oh lord, oh lo-o-o-o-o-ord, oh lord (yeah) Oh lord, oh lo-o-o-o-o-ord, oh lord (chant) The wicked them crawl out, in a broad daylight with them gun and then the man a take another youth life Them a ball out, say no that's not right, should never experience such a brutal sight Them go all out, machines all out, it's another innocent them shoot, yeah In this world can you tell me what is humbling, somebody gotta do something Oh lord Somebody gotta do something (oh lo-o-o-o-o-ord) Oh lord Somebody gotta do something (help me oh Jah) Help me oh Jah in a time like this (oh lord) Yeah, yeah, oo oo oo oo!
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