We’re going down, down, down in quicksand
Our country’s law is left in slippery hands
So many educated yet no solution
We’re going down, down, down in quicksand.
Number one! Purge all police station and
some headquarters for corruption.
Two! Some politicians don’t have a clue
One bag of promise, comfort for a fool.
Three! Mama can’t pay school fee
Blood out of stone, education nuh free.
Four! Ghetto youth with him gun hardcore
Plan fe mash a works but prison at him door.

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Number Five! Prisons rehabilitation
Inmates fe go out and change the nation.
Six! Government and politics
People a bawl sey the road want fix.
Seven! Courthouse flex like the devil
Pure injustice and the law it no level.
Eight! Blood shed climb, high rate
A long time ghetto youth a try hold the faith.

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Number Nine! Rich man alone want climb
Inner cities need the resources to shine.
Ten! What about the homeless them?
The place them sleep it worse than hog pen.
Eleven! Me know sey the world it no level
Tables must turn and the scores soon settle.
Twelve! Babylon must get melt
Good over evil, righteous dwell.
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