Sell out the masses, just to earn a profit
But change is gonna come, and the wicked now don't like it
The Caribbean, Atlantic, we a free up all the captive
Grow the rocky, but you got this, cause nothing gonna stop this
Still I push on through, though they make things so harsh
I'm your son, and I'm calling upon your Lord
They make my burden so heavy, I'm not asking you to lighten them
I'm asking you for strength, so I can carry them