Revenge

i am a angry young man i'm on de run

yesterday i thief mi fada gun

i'm a angry young man

i'm on de run

a shot a police wid mi fada gun

ask me why

a tell u no lie

a pray years hopin dat dis police would die

as a child a can neva feget

dat face so ugly and sweat

yet a knew de day would com

wen a would have to kill im an run

now mi family will neva si mi again

through these years i have felt much pain

a nite mare all these years

so much pain so much tears

now it happen a long time aguh

right down there in de ghetto

mi mada was sittin aroun de shop counta

wen a man com in an start to beat har

mi fada was away dat day

neva knoo who to run to or wat to say

a stan up deh a neva meck a soun

de man push mi mada to de groun

a could'nt se a ting agen

but a knoo mi mada was feelin pain

wen im lef a hear har cry

a hear har seh "LARD LET ME DIE"

time and time a would hear mi fada seh

dat mi sista was not his . . . and a kne right aweh

dat de day would have to com

wen a would be a young man on de run

now a sit behind dis wall

dis wall suh tall

still hearin mi mada cry

still hearin har seh "LARD LET ME DIE"