[Chorus – Older Jamaican male, warm, soulful, slightly worn voice; full of sadness and sorrow; subtle Jamaican accent, keep lyrics unchanged] All di misery dem endure, why we nuh do anything at all, You’re not broken, beaten down, follow yuh conscience turn around. Dem can’t see us through teary eyes, Dere’s only silence when dem cry. [Verse 1 – Rap, raspy American male voice; adult man, emotional, carrying guilt and conscience, slightly faster than spoken word, slow rap style] I close my eyes to the carnage I scroll past, Chasin’ the next kick, knowin’ the buzz won’t last. Children bleed while you feed on your pride, Conscience calls, but we still try to hide. We built kingdoms on plastic and pain, Look away when bombs fall like rain. With new sneakers I play dice, Silence is the devil in disguise, They cry Abba, but no reply, We're busy chasin’ heaven in a bottle till we die. Ignored the war drum, deaf to the poor ones, done, Guilt’s heavy like a loaded gun. [Chorus – Older Jamaican male, warm, soulful, slightly worn voice; full of sadness and sorrow; subtle Jamaican accent, keep lyrics unchanged] All di misery dem endure, why we nuh do anything at all, You’re not broken, beaten down, follow yuh conscience turn around. Dem can’t see us through teary eyes, Dere’s only silence when dem cry. [Verse 2 – Rap, raspy American male voice; adult man, emotional, carrying guilt and conscience, slightly faster than spoken word, slow rap style] We got misery live on TV, places you’ve never seen,places nobody wonna be. We got little girls neglected, forgotten, and groomed, The suits knew, in silence innocence was doomed. Drugged, sold and branded, The devil’s pentagram ,telegram from Rotherham, Neglected, forgotten,damned, Decades of deaf ears, They did nothing, out of their own fears. No response, no action, just neglected tears. Can you believe their lies? 40 years ,No sentences, no trials, Just Silence and dark lullabies, We walk in the night with shades, Hiding our eyes and pointin’ the blame ,suits without shame, We see new releases of kids in pieces, Palestine hunger and diseases, Terror and victims, world leaders mental illness, And you look sharp in your new dress, Fake news apparently headline the press, War is good business, but the rent ?,that’s stress. Dont worry, you’ll be fine, Not if you’re neglected, Or hungry in Palestine, With bloodstains and no were to fly ,rest in peace Humanity took suicide, done , Guilt’s heavy like a loaded gun. [Outro – Chorus repeat fade out, older Jamaican male voice, warm and soulful, slightly worn; layered with Nasheed instrumental for desert/atmosphere] All di misery dem endure, why we nuh do anything at all, You’re not broken, beaten down, follow yuh conscience turn around.
