CrossRoads

For so long time the people are waiting
Controlled by dem rulers, the day is not coming
(I say) the people in the land have got to go on
‘cause everyday bring bread and there’s trouble along

One day, one day the sun will shine

They ‘re coming home to their families
Waiting to bring them little food
To keep them from starving
And all of the nights they can’t get to sleep
‘cause their stomach is empty and hurts, so they weep

They travel along on their road to the jail
With the beats of a stick and a whole in them bellies
Many one died, other will arise with nothing to say
But the look in dem eyes

Colonial rule
Make me walk like tool
Use me like mule
Colonial rule
Use me like tool
Make me walk like a mule

One day… the sun will shine
Over the mountain, over the valley, over the trees
One day…