I like to see my people living in love

I hate to see them fight and swim in blood

They neglect the farmerman and scorn the mud

Yet they want to be the first to pick the fruit as it bud

They turn the earth into prison church and whore house

They love the rum bar and hate the pure house

They take the micro chip and now a wrath pours out

Less food more mouth and more drought

Stop war and go till the soil

Stop fighting for land and oil

Slave master spit in the slave face

Yet the slaveman take it with a smile

The banks of the Nile so mild and so fertile

And measures more than a million mile

People act vile and pick up cannibal style

Want to devour mama papa and child

Who do you think you are

We live in a small world

As slick as you think you are

We live in a small world

As tough as you think you are

We live in a small world

Escape today, you can’t escape tomorrow

Make sure you pay back anytime you borrow

Make sure you don’t live no fella in sorrow

Make sure you lead people straight like an arrow

Make sure you don’t give them coke until parro

Make sure your meditations are narrow

Because that day will come

When all the wicked men will burn

That day will come, when they will try to escape

And there will be nowhere to run