Oh. What a Stress. Should I be tested
Look and think I said Jah
Oh. What a stress. Should I be a prisoner
Look what they've done to Peter
Vision before I. My world has come to past
Vision before I. I talk about Marcus at last
Look what I and I. I come to live and see
Should I blood run in the misere poverty
The people are arm and arm with their arms
Decent folks live in fear of their own lives
And we should go arm and arm for wives
They try to take our lives
Oh. What a stress. The greater has passed. Every live the life last
Survivin the iron storm. I plan to do
Uterrance from my lips. I feel the suffering too
