Not Today

Everyday I wake, I feel like crying 
  Every second I feel like praying 
  Everywhere I turn, my people dying 
  Brothers and sisters, now listen what I'm saying 

  I dont really feel like writing 
  And I dont really feel like singing 
  'Cause everywhere I look, my people fighting 
  And it's our own that we're killing 

  The same gunmen that cry 'bout suppression 
  Of the white man and his racist oppression 
  Go a church and give God his confession 
  Gun in his pocket and crack in his possession 

  Damn hypocrite don't be disillusioned 
  Yeah, life is tough but that's not no solution 
  You g'wan like yer brave, that's an illusion 
  Brave man wouldn't kill his own, would start a revolution 

  Gunman and too much drug, man 
  What are we showing 
  The youths dem 
  We should be protecting 
  Instead we're destroying 
  Oh, Father, watch over them