Crossroads - Locomondo

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…