When the whole world lets you down

Cover upWith loving protection
Guard your loveIn every direction
 Don't give upFor fear of rejectionS
tand your ground and voice an objection
Run away my sister and brother
Be afraid of love when the lover
Tries to read the book by the cover
Wrapped up in the arms of another

Well, what we know
Is not what they tell us;Were not ignorant,
I mean it,And they just cannot touch us;
Through the powers of the most-i ,
We keep on surfacin
Thru the powers of the most-i
We keep on survivin.
Yeah, this ambush in the night
Planned by society;
Ambush in the night;
They tryin to conquer me;
Ambush in the night
Anyting money can bring

We were partners in crimeSpending our days, serving our timeIn the usual wayWe went behind the linesTo even the scoreI won the battle but you won the warI used to be a gun for hireThen i was killed by friendly fireI used to be a real high flyerThen i was killed by friendly fire

It's so destructiveCounter productiveHow we gonna make itWhen we do not know where love lives I'm not seeing what you're sayingAll the games that you are playingLook like tactics for delayingWhile we're on our knees and prayingMaking and breakingSitting and debatingThe art of speculatingThen accumulatingI'm not buying what you're sellingAll your shouting and a yellingAnd the lies that you are tellingDon't strike me as compellingPicking and choosingWinning and losingCutting and bruisingUsing and abusingI'm not taking what you're givingThe elections you are riggingFrom your penthouse livingThe deals that you are fixingCreeping and crawlingRunning and fallingStopping and stallingCrying and bawling

I didn't mean to be so lateIt's just that i got talkingI had a drink with a couple of matesMissed my bus and wound up walkingI tried to call and let you knowIt was busy and i couldn't get throughI didn't want to let you downI know how much it hurts youI don't know what came over meIt must have slipped my mindI'll try and make it up to youLet's leave the past behindI promise that i'll do my bestTo mend my wicked waysAnd don't believe the things you hearDon't listen to what they sayI would do for youAll you'd have me doAll you have to doIs ask me toAll you have to doIs tell me when

I get my kicks from watching peopleRunning too and fromAnd if you ask them where they`re goingHalf of the don`t knowThey`re the ones who think i`m crazyBut they don`t realizeThat i`m just groovin, groovinGrooving out on lifeI`m just groovin ooh grovinGrovin till I dieI see a river flowing by meHeading for the seaI get a feeling deep inside meIt`s so good to be freeI`ve got sunshine in the daytimeAnd moonlight every nightAnd i`m just groovin ......
That i`m just groovin, groovinGrooving out on lifeI`m just groovin ooh grovinGrovin till I die

cause only a fool lean upon -Lean upon his own misunderstanding, oh ho, oh, yeah!And then what has been hiddenFrom the wise and the prudentBeen revealed to the babe and the sucklingIn everyting, in every way, I say, yeah!
Some they say see them walking up the street;They say were going wrong to all the people we meet;But-a we wont worry, we wont shed no tears:We found a way to cast away the fears,Forever, yeah!

The truth is an offence But not a sin Is he who laugh last,children
Fool say in their heartRasta your God is deadBut I and I know,Jah JahDread it shall be Dreader Dread
Let jah arise Now that the enemies are scatteredLet Jah arise The enemies,the enemies are scattered

Wipe out the paintings of slogan sall over the streets (ooh, ooh, ooh),confusing the people while your asphalt burns our tired feet.I see borders and barriers,segregation, demonstration and riots (ooh, ooh, ooh),a-sufferation of the refugees,oh-oh, when, when will we be free?Oh-oh-oh, we can't  take your slogans no more,can't  take your slogans no more,can't  take your slogans no more,no more sweet talk from-a grimepit,no more sweet talk from the hypocrites.So we know we can't  take your slogans no more,can't  take your slogans no more,can't  take your slogans no more,no more sweet talk from-a pulpit,no more sweet talk from the pulpit.No more sweet talk from-a grimepit,no more sweet talk from the hypocrites (oh, no hypocrites!),no more sweet talk from-a grimepit (wo-ah yeah),no more sweet talk (no-no-no-no sweet talk) from the hypocrites (hey!),no more sweet talk from-a grimepit,no more sweet talk (no-no-no-no sweet talk) from the hypocrites (no-no-no-no hey!).

We're having a party tonightThere everything will be alrightCome on, come on everyone, come onIt's time that we should have some funWe've got to live some lifeAnd before we're oldWe've got to live some lifeAnd before we're coldTime is short, so hear me man, come onLet's live the life the best we canTime is short, so hear me manRemember there's another day

They say the sun an-a shines for all,But-a yin some people world, it never shine at all. They say love is a stream that will find its course;I mean - some-a people think life is a dreamSo they making matters worse.But no matter what the crisis is;No matter what the crisis is:Doin it, doin it, doin your thing!

I thought i knew you well, your right and wrongThought i could steal your secrets and put them in a songI thought that you'd be waiting patiently for meThat only i could seeYou build me up and tell me liesYou hold my hand, say close your eyesYou're always pulling me downYou make me lower my expectationsYou're always pulling me downWhy do you complicate situationsYou're always pulling me down

We got: five days to go work, oh! - working for the next day, eh!Four days to go: working for the -Three days to go now: working for the next day, yeah!Two days to go: working for the next daySay we got: one day to go now: working for -Every day is work, work,work,wotcha-wa!

From the minute of birth you enter this earth Obstacles in your way to overcome first Throughout every day they seem to get worse Oh my god cast away this curse Everybody is trying to make ends meet Through every way they endeavor Lord God you see it No matter what the world may say on the street Must have to survive, won't accept defeat Now I'm weary, tired and dreary Got no time to waste you know now 
It's not an easy road Many see the glamour and the glitter And think it's a bed of rose Who feels it knows Lord help me sustain these blows 

Red rose for Me? hmmm Special delivery with question signs From whom I don't know Red roses for me A token of love in secrecy, hmmm Maybe it's coming from Mary But I've seen her since morning already So it's not her! Could it be from June? Oh no, I saw her early this afternoon Lord... If it's not from June, nor Mary Who is it from? It's a question to query, hmmm Who shall I thank for this red rose? Your guess as good as mine, I suppose Only Lord knows! But I don't wanna take no chance and call no one As I'm not sure, I don't wanna guess and then it from (?) You see my list is very long So very long...