Memories turning into dreams
With the centuries
The tales get taller every year

To build those legacies
What is hot can then be cold
In the books of time

You can find justice and truth
In a bag of lies


Chorus
Mama, I can feel you crying, mama
Mama, I can feel you crying, mama



I worked the soil

I sow the seed
For the one who builds
I worked until my fingers bleed

In those wretched fields
Now he wants me to forget
All the harms been done

Pack my bags and send me down the road
In the burning sun


Chorus
Let me tell you bot the people who ah slaved
All kinds of ways

Just to make a nation what it is today
Dem work inna de sun
Dem work inna de cold

Workin when dem young
And working when dem old
De bust up dem hands

De bust of dem feet
And when dem complain
Dem get nothin fe eat

We buy the things that they suffa to build
I can't believe that it's going on still
The people dem struggle with

Dem blood, sweat and tears
Work hard for nothin for so many long years
Try to feed dem yout when they never get paid

And there's nothin' they can do
Nothin' they can say
We need to stop the craziness goin round

In all of the countries, cities and towns
I can't stand to see the people work till they die
I can't stand to hear all the mama's them cry


Chorus
Watch the money trickle down

To the hungry souls
Just enough to wet those lips
And keep them on a roll

What's yours is yours
That's right, what's mine is mine
It's a vicious game they play

Someone's daddy made those rules
And the son don't want to change


Chorus - repeat and fade