Intro:
Na na nan na na
Mi tired, mi tired yeah
Na na na na na
Tired of di sufferation(tired of di sufferation)
Woooohhhh, wooohhh(wooohhh)
Fed up of di bodderation(fed up of di bodderation)
Wooooyyyyyy oyyy

Chorus:
We need to make a stop
Beg yuh some clearance
Why dem a judge mi fi mi Rasta appearance
Nooo
Dem a seh dem nuh have nuh vacancy
And a seh dem have go call mi fi wait and see
Selassie sons, we are di brave ones
We nah have nuh time fi go mingle with pagans
Trod di right road even if a poverty
Try hold on in this world of calamity

Verse 1:
Well even though we work so hard(so hard) still nuh get no pay
Di thunda rainstorm and mamma boardhouse blow away
You a weh dem did deh when ghetto youth a try mantain
A gully life and try to find a way to cure di pain
A so much people suffa mi nobody to tek the blame
Dem woulda love to leave mi on the ground , fi bun up inna flame
But it nah go get nuh chance fi see mi snort up nuh cocaine
Yuh mussi mad yuh must be crazy I will say it