Mama cry Papa cry when them hear them little youth die
Innocent bystander in a drive by shooting
In the middle of the night
That
no right! To take an innocent life
I
can remember when were youths
Everyone
trying to learn ‘bout their roots
Hungry
and thirsty to know ‘bout the truth
But
is like we leave our children destitute
Yes!
Nuff black man should confess
Because
you know in your heart that you never did your best
You
left a long list of children fatherless
And
a whole heap of baby mothers in distress
Then
you wonder ‘bout the youths bad ways
Shocked
and amazed how they’re wicked nowadays
Every
night ina the ghetto, gun shot a blaze
Like
BUYAKA! BUYAKA! is the latest craze
Me
nar point no finger and me nar call no name
But
me tired to hear is the Yardie them to blame
Home
grown or from aboard every bad man is the same
And
the lot of them bring my black nation to shame
Woe
nana woe my generation
We
are responsible for the situation
Don’t
let it happen to the next foundation
Teach
the little youths about the Father of Creation
Woe
nana woe my generation
We
are responsible for the situation
Don’t
let it happen to the next foundation
Teach
the little youths. Lord!
When
Mama heard the news she bawl Jesus Christ!
Weeping
and wailing till she lose her voice
Me
Muslim brother shout “Life for a life!”
And
ran out of the house with the knife
But
Papa said “Hold on, hear what I have to say
Vengeance
is sweet but not the right way
For
the wrongs they’ve done they must have to pay
But
two wrongs could never make a right, no way!”
Woe
nana woe my generation
We
are responsible for the situation
Don’t
let it happen to the next foundation
Teach
the little youths about the Father of Creation
Woe
nana woe my generation
We
are responsible for the situation
Don’t
let it happen to the next foundation
Teach
the little youths about the Father of Creation