Living in a border town,
You see good men get pushed around.
It's not hard to see that they are my brothers,
If it one for faith we might be each other.

Living in a border town,
You see women and children get hunted down.
Silly fools in their big green vans,
Viciously attempt to keep our people from their fatherland.

Power, they really feel the bad good Christians,
As they defend this evil system.
Abillybopa they, can you dig what I a say?

A bloodstain is drear,
Has been glorified in this society,
The glut is put in pace *for submission).

Araising memories, is to crucify the poor men's identity.
(stolen land)

Five hundred years of misery,
Could never be redeemed so easily.
How can we call these people aliens,
When we here are standing and stoling brow.

Oh! And them wanna keep in mystery,
The biggest scam in all of history.
Abillybopa they someday them have to pay.

Nuestra paciencia ya se acabo, oh-oh
No quieres acertar mi gente
Nos de gracias en nuestra propria tierra
Jah no nos puedes despreciar
Ay Dios mio no hay mas que dar

Stolen land - a nation built on slavery.
Stolen land - a poor example of democracy.
Stolen land - a nation built on slavery.
Stolen land - a poor example of democracy.

Stolen land - a nation built on slavery.
Stolen land - a poor example of democracy.
Stolen land - a nation built on slavery.
Stolen land - a poor example of democracy.

A poor example of democracy.
A poor example of democracy.
A poor example of democracy.
A poor example of democracy.