Lyrics:

I and I is the sons of he from Bozrah
With his garments a dipped in blood
A-red blood
I and I Rasta is the RRR
Roots, rock, Rasta, irie
So, we've got to be careful
Stop thinking about hurting each other
And when you hurt I, if you hurt I
What you gonna tell mom say?
Mom, mom, I killed my big brother
What a disgraceful moment
Mom start to feeling not so fine
Mom start to lose her mind
Throw down your arms and come
Throw down your arms and come
Self defeat is the biggest mistake
We can't afford to lose a no more brothers
And when the system hold I and I
Regardless how small the problem is
A fingerprint and mugshot
A fingerprint and mugshot
What a disgraceful moment
Marcus Garvey say, 'Unite people'
Malcom X say, 'By all mean necessary'
Martin Luther King, say he had a dream
And can't you see people?
Allen, Queens, Brooklyn, Bronx, Chicago
No replacement for Marcus Garvey
No replacement for Malcom X
No replacement for Martin Luther King
What a disgraceful moment
So, we've got to be careful
The wild west is in our face
Let's not play the cowboys
The wild west is in our face
What a disgraceful moment
Let's look back on some American
Plantation, Carolina
North Carolina
South Carolina
Every day, it's just work, work, work
Those folks, they couldn't make no joke
What a disgraceful moment
Here comes the master, misses
You better get yourself together quick
And here comes the master
You better fall in order
What a disgraceful moment
Transportation, if you sit in it
When you sit, you got to move over
For master daughter
What a disgraceful moment
Bathroom on bus stop
Don't think about stop
Keep moving like a clock
So, remember your brothers
Love your sisters
So, we got to be careful
Stop thinking about hurting each other

I and I is the sons of he from Bozrah
With his garments a dipped in blood
A-red blood
I and I Rasta is the RRR
Roots, rock, Rasta, irie