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»