(Intro)
No more war
No waan fi si nobody pon the tar
The gun thing full time wi cool it off
Caw too much ghetto youths a dead off

Seh no more war
Too much man a drop down pon the tar
The gun thing full time wi cook it off
Dem violence, a tell yo naw go get yuh too far

(Chorus)
A tell you from Kingston 7-13
Hey youths no buss no piece, keep the peace
Over Ying Man Town city burning
From August Town to Pappine

(Verse 1)
Too much man a dead north, south and east
This is our paradise
Our island in the sun
Wi nuh need no bad vibes suh youth come dash weh the gun
Remember bratan 7 meck the whole world dumb
Wi no need another post martin in west Kingston
Hey Jamaica, Jamaica land we love
Sweet Jamaica, wood and water land we love
Hey Jamaica, Jamaica land we love
Sweet Jamaica, wood and water land we love

Hey watch yah
This coming like a rapture
Nuff run gone a foreign seh dem naw come back yah
Dem seh better dem want and it nuh deh yah pon the rock yah
Dem tired a want and a step up in a macka
Dem seh violence run the streets and the system no proper
Hey the high society too hype and caka
Mi si dem mongs the slave dem all go bow down to backa

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(Verse 2)
Hey mi no love how the youths dem a gwaan like seh
A life the whole a dem come fi gi weh
Same place dem do the crime, same place dem deh
Warn him time after time and him tell lie seh go weh
Informer never blind yo no si dem mouth cut cross
Nuh tell mi seh yo get it well done fi the boss
And if yo form fool dem a go tell yuh seh yo soft
If you a rebel, beg you rebel with a cost
Hey don’t yuh work fi no corner man applause
Too much violence, question mark move off
Sound got dem own a laws
So mi send call the general in a mi back yard
Him screw face friend dem cyaa gi mi no talk
Hey mi got one question fi ask
How dem yah youths yah dem a suffer long and hard
Street side ghetto bay gunshot a bark
Hey mi seh a that’s why dem youth yah come a wrath

(Repeat Chorus)