Night and day them shed blood, how could a bald tale cross our dread blood?
In a shallow grave, them go find another dead dog
Far from where they're on, where his foot and where his head was
And some fly swarming his remains like a dead bug
How them dey think dey the CIA and the feds love?
People crying for the Lord, yard and abroad
The system is a fraud, the children dem must starve
Too much mud, and graveyard
Bone, gun, dog, fire, bone, frog
The weekend