HOOK
We need some love up in this world its wicked, wicked
Open up your hearts and refuse to be blind
We need some love up in this world its wicked, wicked
Loving one another with a universal mind
VERSE I
I got love in my heart – and love in my soul
Never let the ways of this world take control
Someones looking from above so watch how you roll
There’s a fire burning out the bad men hotter than coal
I say put down your guns and put down your knives
Put away that bad mindedness just be nice
Put away your judgments and let go all your pain
Change your wicked ways and all the ones you a go blame
It’s a shame how some of them can act so damn cold
Them no care about you only money is their goal
And for a little bit of wealth them a sell out them soul
Love is much more precious man than diamonds and gold
Damn big up all my posse in Deland with the plan
Love and unity and overstand – click blam
Everybody trying to make a grand
Just give me a microphone and a band – and im out
HOOK (Repeat)
VERSE II
All a them might laugh when this white bwoy a pass
With him dreads but me know how to chat (talk)
Them a so amazed when the microphone blaze
And white lion hits the stage with my love
386 Me reppin I got love for my brethren
That’s how I and I hotsteppin with my love
Love we are on a mission – That’s what we are missing
Some of them a nah go listed but – we love
The world is going crazy getting away from its dream
They plot another scam man and scheme another scheme
I try to explain and they don’t know what I mean
Great lord of this world wash my hands clean
I say I don’t want no drugs – and I don’t want no slugs
We don’t want no holes up in our bodies from the thugs!
We don’t want no chaos – and we don’t want no war
Lord we want to fight but we don’t know what for
We need some love
HOOK (Repeat)
VERSE III
It kinda makes me shutter
How the bullets cut through somebody like butter
Just because of some silly words that some bwoy a utter
Why them all can’t seem to just chill and satta
And give thanks to the Father – flames get hotter
Life gets harder – another gun shot a echo through the ghetto – firestarter
From a little youths gun – a who go think him badda
Why them all can’t cool like water?
HOOK (Repeat)
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