Oh, with a love we feel, with a love we fled
Ignoring what I said
And the innocent blood that them spill is how them eat and breath
Memories in my mind want them dead
And the righteous want them dead
Them times is drawing near, so now things start dead
Then you got to remove them judgment angles
When the fire touch the earth
And the food upon them table
Understill them anger
And we a party
And we a party
And we a party
And we a party