Chorus
This is not the life for me,
Can't bother living in misery;
Too much corporatocracy,
Babylon your days are done, days are done.

Verse 1
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.

Chorus

Verse 2
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.

Chorus

Slur
The youths are suffering (high tone);
They can't take the system no mo-o-ore (low tone)

Verse 3
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

Chorus