Must hear you don't go down, in the side you would suffocate and stifle your groan
Hey, what's the world gonna be in dem ya time?
See people forgetting just how to be kind
Children words are poor as your blows are unkind
This time, don't leave no little youth behind, behind
When for the youth you gonna care?
This is the time to commune and share
Have you any moves to spare?
I can see them sleeping in the open atmosphere
Must hear you don't go down, in the side you would suffocate and stifle your groan