10:10

Hey,

Hold up,

Listen to this...

Whether you're a rude boy or a true hotshot,

Whether you rock-steady or you punk rock,

You must live it up with all that you've got.

Bless.

This is sydney,

This is london,

This is tokyo,

This is los angeles.

Rudy, don't care about the colour of your skin

Rudy, don't care about the money that you spend

Red, black or white, there is no colour to your soul

Original, rude boy, control!

It's all the same in the dancehall lots

It's all the same in the typical spots

Here in the city, don't step, get busy

Young life cut short with the two gunshots

It's 10:10

So, rudy, come home

I need to see you

Do you feel alone like i feel it too?

Don't you be no saint, burn up in the sun

Go walking away,

Loaded like a gun.

Rudy walked into the wrong place at the wrong time

Knew he would not leave the building with his life

See the wrong man, pull the trigger, then they go

We'd call the cops but they move too slow

We reminisce on the dancehall days

Back on the streets not a thing has changed

We keep fighting, still youths keep dying

Drying tears under helicopter blades

So, rudy, come home

I need to see you

Do you feel alone like i feel it too?

Don't you be no saint, burn up in the sun

Go walking away,

Loaded like a gun.

Yes, we must all clear our hearts

Of the hatred and the prejudice

And be done judging a man

By the colour of his dress

In amongst all the push and the pull

The imbalance and the stress

Is a basic humanity of from

Which we shall never digress

Confess...

So, rudy, come home

I need to see you

Do you feel alone like i feel it too?

Don't you be no saint, burn up in the sun

Go walking away,

Loaded like a gun.