This is not the life for me,
Can't bother living in misery;
Too much corporatocracy,
Babylon your days are done, days are done.
Where is the new job that you promised?
You nuh si people are dying for hunger,
Too much looting and shooting and killing off each other,
Just to get a dollar oh O;
Your years of greed is coming to light,
And a di poor you wah fi tek di bite;
But when yawh go slash your own,
And take care of your people at ho-ome.
A si yuh only care bout di wealthy,
Don't give a damn about di poor and the needy;
More benefits for di greedy;
And less for the needy, needy, needyyy,
Why are cutting our schools;
And now the youths are all fools,
Yet you say you care;
But what you lay for us is a sna-a-are.
The youths are suffering (high tone);
They can't take the system no mo-o-ore (low tone)
Di system is design by you,
To keep all of us in bondage
And this is what I know is true
You want to keep the majority silent
But we've got to make a way
To escape from you and your crew
And now that I realize
I know what I have to do