Intro (with whispered producer tag)
(soft, low‑volume whisper)
🎙️ “Prince Romantic pon di riddim… Babylon cyaan hide…”Hear di cry from di ghetto street,
Hungry belly, no shoes pon feet.
System promise, but system fail,
Truth rise up like a warning hail.
Verse 1 + 3 (extended)
Government man inna big black car,
Stealing di money, dem gone too far.
People a hungry, streets full of pain,
But dem pockets fat from di dirty gain.Market empty, farmer can’t sell food,
Taxman tek all, kill di mood.
Roads broken, water scarce,
But dem pockets fat from di people’s tears.
Chorus (struggles)
Empty plates and children cry,
No medicine when di sick man die.
Jobless youth with dreams on hold,
Leaders tek di silver, leave we cold.
Verse 2
Promises sweet like sugar cane,
But di youth dem still feel di chain.
Hospital empty, school roof leak,
Yet dem counting bribes every week.
Bridge (updated)
We tired of hunger, tired of lies,
Tired of leaders with greedy eyes.
Voices of the poor cry through the night,
Justice fi di people, time fi light.
Verse 4
Youth dem marching, chanting loud,
Strength of di people shake di crowd.
Babylon tremble, walls must fall,
Unity stronger than dem all.
Chorus (repeat)
Empty plates and children cry,
No medicine when di sick man die.
Jobless youth with dreams on hold,
Leaders tek di silver, leave we cold.
Outro Chant (call‑and‑response)
Leader: No food!
Crowd: No peace!
Leader: No justice!
Crowd: No peace!
Leader: Corruption mash up di land!
Crowd: People power tek di stand!
