I'm tired of the hunger I see on people's faces
tired of the animosity between the races
tired of corruption in high and low places
and pricks with money but no social graces
tired of being judged for the style in my hair
and the music that I listen and the clothes that I wear
tired of life and death being sold as a pair
and politicians who keep saying they care but
maybe hoping for a change is a dream
maybe life aint as bad as it seems

but if dreaming is the best I can do i'll be dreaming my whole life through

oh what a day when war becomes a thing of the past
and peace, we will have it at last
and life is finally worth its cost and oh oh oh
oh what a day when men finally live what they teach
and love aint just a concept we preach
and blood nuh longer runs in di streets
oh oh oh, oh what a day

tired of leaving church feeling like I've just been robbed
two hours of rambling not much mention of God
di richest man's the only one who does not have a job
a bunch of righteous freaks extorting worse than the mob
tired of baby momma tired of babydaddy
chilling in the spot where the parents should be
teenage mother saying "Lea' ma bi'niz alone"
in 20 years di kid could be robbing my home but

I got a vision of a whole other plain
where the spiritual can flourish again
I'm just waiting for the fire to rain
bun dung everything and start clean ..


Oh what a day
when UNITY ain't just a word in our vocabulary
I help yuh even if there ain't nobody to see.