Jamaica

We built a house a river 2000 years ago.
We washed our hands all bloody, prayed for gold.
Hard times living in the city, take your kids Back to school.
Teach them well so they don’t go to hell and feel alright.
Yea, my soul feels alright.
So don’t misunderstand me cuz I don’t like acting right.
So much for lets get together, we’re too damn cool for that.
You want some but the kids got the gum said «my oh my, can’t you see you’re
messing with the king»
Hard times working for city, get paid, get taxed for that.
Don’t complain when we all wrote the brain and let it out.
Yea, my soul feels alright
So don’t misunderstand me cuz I don’t like acting right.
Yea, you gotta watch that falling flag.
When you meet Jamaica you can talk about the dreams you had.
Yea my soul feels alright.