Cm
I love to see my people livin in love
                               Gm
I hate to see dem fightin an swimmin in blood
                           Cm
Nuff neglect di farming, scornin the mud
                                             Gm
Yet they want to be the first to reap the fruit as it buds
                                     Cm
Oh, they fill di earth wit prison, church, an whorehouse
                          Gm
Love di rum bar, yet dem hate the pure house
                                Cm
Dem take the microchip and override the poor out
                  Gm
Less food, more drought and more mout


[Chorus]
                         Cm
Rasta tell dem all di while: stop war an go till di soil
      Gm
Stop fightin for land and oil
       Cm
Fi di coil, so many go defile
               Gm
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take dat wit a smile
                Cm
Di banks of de nile, so mild and so fertile
       Gm
Acres more than a zillion mile
               Cm
People acting vile, pick up cannibal style
        Gm
Waan devour mama, papa, an chile, oh


[Verse 2]
 Cm
Sow life seed and let it blossom
                      Gm
Dem sey dem ting dem take too long fi grow an start to cuss har
              Cm
I could not trust dem an those as how I trust har
         Gm
Such is life, dem say ah jus hurt
              Cm
I see Cassia Heights weh dem call di squatter land
                   Gm
Some seh fi government, some seh fi Matalon
                Cm
Still no waan share although dem gotta ah lotta land
                         Gm
Dem waan fi turn ah gun range an shotta land


[Chorus]
                        Cm
Rasta tell dem all di while: stop war an go till di soil
      Gm
Stop fightin for land and oil
       Cm
Fi di coil, so many go defile
               Gm
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take dat wit a smile
                Cm
Di banks of de nile, so mild and so fertile
       Gm
Acres more than a zillion mile
               Cm
People acting vile, pick up cannibal style
        Gm
Waan devour mama, papa, an chile


[Verse 3]
               Cm
Politician ah talk certain tings dem nah mention
                  Gm
Seh ah drugs and gun di people tax money spend pon
                   Cm
Come wit plastic smile an dem wicked intention
                  Gm
Inna ya hand, ah weh dem put dem evil invention
          Cm
Turn gun model seekin attention
                   Gm
See it deh now ya dead and it is no redemption
            Cm
Parents ah wonder weh to get di fus cent from
            Gm
To bury di dead dem not even got pension


[Chorus]
                        Cm
Rasta tell dem all di while: stop war an go till di soil
      Gm
Stop fightin for land and oil
       Cm
Fi di coil, so many go defile
               Gm
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take dat wit a smile
                 Cm
Di banks of the nile, so mild and so fertile
       Gm
Acres more than a zillion mile
               Cm
People acting vile, pick up cannibal style
        Gm
Waan devour mama, papa, an chile


[Verse 1]
                         Cm
I love to see my people livin in love
                               Gm
I hate to see dem fightin an swimmin in blood
                           Cm
Nuff neglect di farming, scornin the mud
                                            Gm
Yet they want to be the first to reap the fruit as it buds
                                     Cm
Oh, they fill di earth wit prison, church, and whorehouse
                          Gm
Love di rum bar, yet dem hate di pure house
                                Cm
Dem take the microchip and override the poor out
                  Gm
Less food, more mout an more drought, oy


[Chorus]
                        Cm
Rasta tell dem all di while: stop war an go till di soil
      Gm
Stop fightin for land and oil
       Cm
Fi di coil, so many go defile
               Gm
Slave master spit inna dem face dem take dat wit a smile
                 Cm
Di banks of the nile, so mild and so fertile
       Gm
Acres more than a zillion mile
               Cm
People acting vile, dem pick up cannibal style
        Gm
Waan devour mama, papa, an chile