[Chorus]
There's music in your soul
Minerals in your soil
Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil
While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil Oh no, no
[Verse 1: Bunji Garlin]
I apologize, seeing the crime rate rising infinite
Everywhere people around me a Drop like fly yet I live in it
I look to the sky and ask Almighty when will it finish
Is this a sign of the last days, The last few minutes
Cause the land overrun with Knives and guns and murderous gimmicks
Good people around while bad pree murderous limits
I keep my faith and wait cause I know evil can't win it
But this is not the time nor the place for the punks and timid
In a world that's suppose to be peaceful, every little youth turn killa
None a dem have respect for the laws of land dem a real blood spilla
Them forgot when the parents lay dem down in the beds and pilla
Saying son you have to be a Good boy but them get bigger And pull trigger
Every question gunshot is the Answer well go figure
Them don't want to dig deep in Their heart searching for the goodness like
We a grave digger, well this message from Bunji Garlin and the one Gongzilla
Almighty father is telling you
[Chorus]
There's music in your soul
Minerals in your soil
Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil
While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil Oh no, no
There's music in your soul
Minerals in your soil
Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil
While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil Oh no, no
[Verse 1: Bunji Garlin]
I apologize, seeing the crime rate rising infinite
Everywhere people around me a Drop like fly yet I live in it
I look to the sky and ask Almighty when will it finish
Is this a sign of the last days, The last few minutes
Cause the land overrun with Knives and guns and murderous gimmicks
Good people around while bad pree murderous limits
I keep my faith and wait cause I know evil can't win it
But this is not the time nor the place for the punks and timid
In a world that's suppose to be peaceful, every little youth turn killa
None a dem have respect for the laws of land dem a real blood spilla
Them forgot when the parents lay dem down in the beds and pilla
Saying son you have to be a Good boy but them get bigger And pull trigger
Every question gunshot is the Answer well go figure
Them don't want to dig deep in Their heart searching for the goodness like
We a grave digger, well this message from Bunji Garlin and the one Gongzilla
Almighty father is telling you
[Chorus]
There's music in your soul
Minerals in your soil
Children full of beauty worth way much more than oil
While history unfolds, don't let a good thing spoil Oh no, no
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