ntro: Popcaan]
Yo Anju Blaxx
Tell the ghetto youth them
Hold on
One day we'll be free at last
If your mother gone
Or your daddy gone
Hold faith in a the Gideon
Unno everybody perfect like [?]
Have fi make the millions
Strangle mi [?] fi enemy plans
Mi bad charge [?]
One day you'll be free at last
[?] like prison wall
[?] minimal
Society still treat we like criminals
But one day we'll be free at last
Jamaica
Hold on On day we'll be free at last
Hold on On day we'll be free at last
Spread your wings and fly away
Freedom come my way (Yeah)
Long rifle and hand grenade
The system make people ‘fraid
Sufferation from Africa to India
Suicide world, this we live inna
It's like a sinking sand, this we dig inna
But one day we'll be free at last
You no fi trust every gal
Mi no trust no friend, mi no trust pen pal
Them sit down and [?] at your funeral
If [?]
Then them sing and laugh
Real thugs from the day mi born
No sell out fi no damn True Religion
[?] tear up man skull but memories live on
[?] mi mother hoping soul if free at last
