And the DJ dem nah teach people no more
Rappi a clash in and fight in, dem no unite no more
All a tell the yall dem fi broke out like a sword
It seem like the people dem no love God no more
A song is a dissing a song, culture a the cure
I said mabye I call a world to trade
After me leave from Jamaica for in Prento
Preach in kitchen, the people be sure
And the future belly man upon the toe
If you ignore me say
After me come back a Jamaica, enough things gone wrong
You know the woman dem different from the man