Hard Ground

Hey whoa oh whoa oh

check how di vibes all ah flow

how di ghetto youths dem ah grow

so much love

Hard grounds no sound from di suffering

who collect di pounds to keep dem bound from di uprising?

Hey hard ground, cold ground for di suffering

hey dem bounce wi about, throw wi down

yet wi still striving

Then ah who gi di ghetto youth gun

fi dem roam all di street every day and night?

Check ah which way di nozzle dem turn

mi ah tell unno seh trigger happy ever waan strife

nuff ah bawl 'Cree!'

too late fi guh flee

by chance if yuh keep all yuh life

before di day could done, nuff a dem gone

stop all di war and strife

where are the so called leaders

who pollute and corrupt all di place?

Yow di nowadays bleeders, back door dealers

who put di youths dem to waste

di devil's receivers they always ah cheat

just step pon di things dem create

woee, strive now

mi see seh day Babylon ah fake