This morning I woke up in a curfew;
\n O God, I was a prisoner, too – yeah!
\n Could not recognize the faces standing over me;
\n They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality. Eh!<\/p>\n
How many rivers do we have to cross,
\n Before we can talk to the boss? Eh!
\n All that we got, it seems we have lost;
\n We must have really paid the cost.<\/p>\n
(That’s why we gonna be)
\n Burnin’ and a-lootin’ tonight;
\n (Say we gonna burn and loot)
\n Burnin’ and a-lootin’ tonight;
\n (One more thing)
\n Burnin’ all pollution tonight;
\n (Oh, yeah, yeah)
\n Burnin’ all illusion tonight.<\/p>\n
Oh, stop them!<\/p>\n
Give me the food and let me grow;
\n Let the Roots Man take a blow.
\n All them drugs gonna make you slow now;
\n It’s not the music of the ghetto. Eh!<\/p>\n
Weeping and a-wailin’ tonight;
\n (Who can stop the tears?)
\n Weeping and a-wailin’ tonight;
\n (We’ve been suffering these long, long-a years!)
\n Weeping and a-wailin’ tonight
\n (Will you say cheer?)
\n Weeping and a-wailin’ tonight
\n (But where?)<\/p>\n
Give me the food and let me grow;
\n Let the Roots Man take a blow.
\n I must say: all them – all them drugs gonna make you slow;
\n It’s not the music of the ghetto.<\/p>\n
We gonna be burning and a-looting tonight;
\n (To survive, yeah!)
\n Burning and a-looting tonight;
\n (Save your baby lives)
\n Burning all pollution tonight;
\n (Pollution, yeah, yeah!)
\n Burning all illusion tonight
\n (Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord!)<\/p>\n
Burning and a-looting tonight;
\n Burning and a-looting tonight;
\n Burning all pollution tonight..<\/p>\n
\u00a9 Bob Marley<\/p>\n