My Town Paroles

Lover won't you wake up
We gotta get out
Lover won't you wake up
I need you now
Lover...

I can see dealers
Material men
I can see dreamers
They chew 'pon dem pens
But you're rough, so rough
Waiting for a judgment
But you're rough, so rough
Saying prayers 'pon dem gunmen

Call your protectors
So jealous, so proud
There's a column of the darkest men
On the road to your house
This is my town This is my home
This is my throne
This is my home