How much fruit can dem take from the tree?
Before it won’t fruit anymore?
Wise man know that
One must wait till dem fall
When that peach is yours for free
In the name of progress disturb the peace
Who capitalize the least
When dem civilize the beast
The land is bare and no one plants the seed
My mother pleads
How can we see the same view?
When your first and I’m last?
We can’t start anew
Till we address the past
How much longer are we gonna play these games?
'Cos I’m sick of living in this manufactured shame
I ain’t in a laughing mood
They’ve come to extract the crude
While a child he has no food
Keep taking what ain’t yours but now we woke
It’s the mirror smoke