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Problems and pain is the cry of today
Problems and pain is the cry of today
Problems and pain is the cry of today
Every where you go you’ll hear the same, every body coming with the same complain
an now wi don’t know who is to be blame, sometimes mi wonder, is this just a game “Why”! There’s so much problems and pain
Mi mommy and mi daddy them are not happy, inna dem pocket they have no money
A money run things, and they don’t have any, so life on a whole is full of mysteries
Frustration, tribulation, temptations what trial and crosses
Sometimes is like mi mom go insane, because she can’t take so much strain
The pressure, is too much on her brain, no wonder, this world is so lame
Man a spend money a build war plane, another set decides say a lion dem a tame
While the hungry belly Pinckney, dem down yaw same way
Lord, woil, but what a shame, wi really, really need some help round here
Inna de Armageddon wa redder than red, it terrible, it dread, what a judgement
There is no hope in our politicians, not when there is no integrity, no veracity nor honesty
There are even lacking common courtesy, do you see them looking out, for you and me
Dem no care, nothing about mama Pinckney, how can you tell I you love this nation,
well then, explain! Breton
You are selected to run a program, but all yu a deal wid a self gratification
Indulging in enjoyment of vast satisfaction, not bracing the nation’s dismay
You are not creating any were for the children to play, elders of the nation just fading away
Tell mi when will you ease the nation’s pain, when yu a go help and set the problem straight
Mama really can tek the pressure an the strain, still hopeful, she will see the lord one day
Yes mist-Educated fools, claiming every day I am on the same
But surely, I am not the one to be blame, you even say my people is of an inferior strain
One thing for sure, it won’t be the same always, how long shall it be sweet under the rug
That the whole world is really in a rut, have you seen their vision of the cursed earth?
Tell me, you think dem dis-functional? Man! A mean a wea dem really come from?
Real type of monsters, straight pagans, sons and daughters of vagabonds
So now, they plan to blow them selves’ sky high, sky high out of space
O what a waste, they have not read the chronicles of his imperial majesty
They have not cared for nor protected the mother earth, but they want to rule sun, stars and moon
Yu playing wid father time! At the rate you are going it wont be long before you are sealed in you tome. Maybe that’s where you need to be, yes you, you Daniel Boon
