Galang dada
Galang gwwaan yaw sah
You never added no life to live
Just the one life to give
You did your time on earth
You never got you just desert
Don't smile in the sun
Don't satt in the palace of peace
O the waatah
It's so deep
The waatah
It's so dark
An it full a hawbah shaak
The land is like a rack
Slowly shattahrin to sun
Sinking in a sesa of calamity
Where fear breed shadows
That lurks in the dark
Where people are afraid to walk
Afraid to think afraid to talk
Where the present is haunted by the pass
I'm so my bown
Get to know about staam
Learn to cling to the dawn
And when I hear my daddy is sick
I quickly pack and take a trip
I never have no time
When I reach
I don't see a sunny beach
When I reach
Just people living in shacks
People living back-to-back
Among cackroaches and rats
Amongst dirt and disease
Subject to terrorist attack
Political intrigue
Constant grief
And no sign of relief
Or the grass
Turn brown
So many trees
Cut down
And the land is overgrown
From country to town
It's just thistle and town
In the wound of the poor
Is a miracle how they endure
The pain night and day
The stench of decay
The clarin sights
The guarded affluence
The arrogant vices
Cole eyes af kantemp
The making symbols of independence
I'm soh my bawn
Get to know about staam
Learn to cling to the dawn
And when the news reaches me< br/>Say I wanted daddy dead
I caught a plane quick
And when I got to my sunny isle
It was the same ole style
The money well dry
The bullits are flying
Many innocents are dying
Many rivers run dry
Ganja planes flyin' high
The poor man's trying
You think he's a little trying try
Holdin' awn bye an bye
Wen a dallah cyaan buy
A little dinnah fi a fly
It's not enough
It's not enough
Yu nevvah add no life to live
Just the one life to give
You did your time on earth
You never got your just desert
Galang will smile in the sun
Galang goh satta inna di palace af peace
I know you couldn't take it dada
The anguish and the pain
The suffering the problems the strain
The struggling in vain
To make two ens meet
So that their kids coulda get
A little something to eat
To put cloaz on their backs
To put shoes on their feet
When I dallah cyaan buy
A little dinnah for a fly
I know you tried dada
You fight a good fight
But the dice were loaded
And the card pack fix
Yet still you reach fifty-six
Before you lose your leg wicket
' I'm not your bawn grung here'
So we bury you in a stranger's burying ground
Near to mhum and cousin Daris
Not far from the quarry
Down an August Town

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