Letter to the Editor Pocket full a promises Baby empty bellies Poverty and Democracies And political rallies But who the rich a lobby for Using me for votes Pretend a mi yuh sorry for Then win and its a joke I'm sick of trick or treaters in costumes like dem as leaders Charismatic public speakers False prophets and fake healers Articulate perfect grammar scammer Scamming us for votes Infront of tv camera with an innocent approach Nuh mo lies and fallacies Bun apologies Try nuh ask please when a squeeze and yuh pan yuh knees Justice or else says the minister Farakhan Suh me stand up a Gordon house Wid my Glock Inna me hand If I take it literally, fuck it geez I'm kinda sorry But smaddy need Fi answer Gimmi Di microphone and Mek mi rep di innocent paying recompense for money spent to feed the governments Yo! Gimmi Di microphone get the people riled up too much fuckery Piled up get di ting dem oiled up Parallel universes in the same Ol' hemisphere Authorities they don't care with dem nose up in the air Cause our bombs dem metaphoric We talk Di truth and mek Di youths dem better for it Cause I'm a fighter, yeah If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah Cause our bombs dem metaphoric We talk Di truth and mek Di youths dem better for it Cause I'm a fighter, yeah If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah Mek the stench from ghetto fences permeate dem residences extend up through the trenches up to where the presidents is Karma pan Di ones and twos yes it turn the tables Had enough a you with your parable and fables Jamaican bad gal queen and revolutionary Neva quick Fi start a war but shoot whenever necessary Product of the inner city Where me come from it nuh pretty Survive the nitty gritty Ain't nobody taking pity Survival kinda sticky In New York Cali and Philly A di same ting a gwaan in a Kingston Cause our bombs dem metaphoric We talk Di truth and mek Di youths dem better for it Cause I'm a fighter, yeah If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah Cause our bombs dem metaphoric We talk Di truth and mek Di youths dem better for it Cause I'm a fighter, yeah If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah These are the da days of the last days, pan the last page of Di book of the dark age We a path ways wid oppressors Seek Predecessors Wake up ancestors Den we team up together We will meet we will meet pan Di battle Di battle ground Trade mi microphone For a shottie and some copper stones Just be ready When Di gavel sound Bun a folly ground fus Jah surround us So We never nervous Was a mental war now this shit turn physical From long time scar we a reap the residual From slavery to now, now the ting get critical Dem CyAh kill we soul cause dem sight sey we spiritual So They be like, hey Prod the bull under Sykes as subliminal, get them mad Then chastise dem as criminal Give wi drugs under guise sey it clinical

Ridin' rubber, rent checks, livin' on ramen Chappin' our ass 'cause we can't afford Charmin Rockin' that one-ply, one-ply Shakin' down the couch, found a buffalo nickel Medium guitar pick, Burger King pickle It's kinda petrified, petrified Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Girl, I sure can't tell you've been workin' your butt off The way you're rockin' them second-hand cutoffs Can I talk you into takin' 'em off? Score a little discount, 6-pack Keystone Use a paper sack, twist a little home grown Go on and get a Friday night on Girl, one of these days, gonna look back laughin' Sippin' pomegranate sake at Nobu But, baby, 'til then I'm a have-not havin' And everything I have's got, with you Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money

I've been working so hard, I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I get this feeling, that time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool, obeying every rule Dig a way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly if you'd only cut loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Oowhee, Marie shake it, shake it for me Whoa, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go Lose your blues everybody cut footloose, Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa. Cut footloose, Whoa We got to turn you around And put your feet on the ground Now take a hold of your soul I'm turning it loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody everybody cut footloose