Dear Mr. Revolution,:
Dear Mr. Revolution,
Mr. Revolution, why'd you put ur gun down and stop shootin'?
Ur Marley without guitar without dem bullets
U shot not deputy but faced persecutors
Their judgment jeopardized ur whole future
Angry temperament – too quick to pull the trigger
Live wires can't fit as societal members
Choosin' acceptance in exchange 4 ur weapon
Tradin' a hell battle 4 a taste of heaven
No more rallyin', no bustin' your clip
No more standin' in the trenches in knee-high piss
Ur tryin' to live without risk
Like men with condoms in their back pockets
U once defended those who can't escape high risk
Tellin' girls a knee to the nuts is great protection
U no longer serve the ...