Ill try my hand at reggae music, Why not
Its not my normal tempo but ill give it a shot.
Rasta rhythms keep me jigging pumping out my stereo
Singing about the world and how we ought to know.
About injustices occurring on a daily basis.
People going about their day with frowns on their faces.
Social values stagnant need a new beginning.
There's only one song we should be singing.

Live your life in a compassionate fashion
Don’t blindly folla the dollar, folla your dreams and your passion
Money will get you so far let your love be your guide
Through the broken society we see outside.

Normal rights eroded by them hour by hour.
Decadent fools from public schools in positions of power.
Their hearts are twisted, outlook warped, their morals are sour.
While politicians make their rules the people cower.
Some do not feel listened to when they speak.
Passive disillusionment their outlook bleak.
Corporate support and lack of real thought, share-holders kept sweet.
But who is there to represent the poor and weak.

Live your life in a compassionate fashion
Don’t blindly folla the dollar, folla your dreams and your passion
Money will get you so far let your love be your guide
Through the broken society we see outside

They take our human rights bill, they following their own will.
Their welfare cuts and boom and bust are making me feel ill.
A thoughtful peaceful attitude is what we need.
Turn yourselves away from the contempt and greed
We need fresh ideas, we need conscious thought.
Instead we get an election which is easily bought.
The richest back their bitches on the campaign trail
The poorest boats don’t stay afloat the wealthy’s sail

Live your life in a compassionate fashion
Don’t blindly folla the dollar, folla your dreams and your passion
Money will get you so far let your love be your guide
Through the broken society we see outside