Lyrics

Now this is a message to the black folks of the village, as I would say A few days ago, I take up the Jamaica Weekly I gotta put it down meekly Tribulation and war on the land, as I would say And I-Roy can't understand We got to have a change of plan National heroes dying one by one National sportsman, as I would say They going out one by one All of we thing on the land is caused by these politician What a crooked situation We need no standing ovation We got to change the situation And have some kind of classical relation Morning, evening Morning, evening Got to have some manners No manners at all, as I would say Likkle pickney, big pickney Small man, big man No one no understand We got to have a change of plan Can't stand the situation I'll tell you, when I say Alright Soldier take over Rudeboys gone aground Soldier take over Rudeboys nowhere to be found, as I would say Soldier take over Rudeboys gone outta town, as I would say Soldier take over Gunman gone a town Stop brandish your iron Stop say you a lion You nah gone go a Zion If you no dash away your iron High is the lion Soldier take over Rudeboy gone a jail, can't get no bail Yeah, murder on the land Detention camp, where the youth stay until they become a tramp Detention camp, where rudeboys stay until they become a tramp Murder on the land, down Jamaica way, as I would say What a tribulation