Lyrics:

Yo, Anju Blaxx
Tell the Ghetto youth dem
Hold on
One day we2ll be free at last

If your mother gone (mother gone)
Or your daddy gone (daddy gone)
Hold faith inna di Gideon
Ah nuh everybody perfect like di demand yeah
Have fi make the millions
Strapped with me K fi enemy plans
Me bad chargie dem weh ah hold remand
One day you'll be free at last
Grow coarse like prison wall
Everything we still get the minimal
Society still treat we like criminal
But one day we2ll be free at last

(Jamaica) hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on
One day we'll be free at last

(America) hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (Africa)
One day we'll be free at last

Spread your wings and fly away
Freedom come my way, yeah
Long rifle and hand grenade
The system make people 2fraid
Sufferation from Africa to India
Suicide world, this we live inna
It2s like a sinking sand, this we dig inna
But one day we'll be free at last

Well watch 2ya now
Yuh nuh fi trust every gyal
Me no trust no friend, me no trust pen pal
Dem same one gone plan your funeral
Eat fish and bread and then them sing and laugh
Real thugs from the day me born
Nuh sell out fi no damn true Religion
Bamma Terror and Scumpy memories live on
Unnuh mother hope unnuh soul is free at last

Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on
One day we'll be free at last

(America) Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (Africa)
One day we2ll be free at last

Spread your wings and fly away
Freedom come my way, yeah
Long rifle and hand grenade
The system make people 'fraid
Sufferation from Africa to India
Suicide world, this we live inna
It2s like a sinking sand, this we dig inna
But one day we'll be free at last

Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on
One day we'll be free at last

(America) hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (Africa)
One day we2ll be free at last