Oh, when I wake up in the morning, yeah
There is no breakfast on my table, oh no
When I reach home in the evening, yeah
There is no dinner on my table, oh no

How many rivers do we have to cross
Before we can talk to the boss, yeah?
Hey! How many rivers do we have to cross, yeah, yeah
Before we can talk to the boss, yeah?

So dem a loot and a shoot and a wailing, yeah
(Loot and a shoot and wailing)
Racial war in the city
Now it's a burning ya, yeah, hey

So long poor people crying out to you
You never give a listening ear
So long poor people reaching out to you, yeah
You never seem to really care

In your land of plenty
So many poor homeless and hungry, yeah
So many dies on the frontline
So long we slaved on the home line
So them a root with the truth and them saying, yeah
(Root with the truth and saying)
Racial war failing tonight, hey, well, well

So much promises so much lies
Bring more tears to their eyes
So much being said, a little been done, yeah
Whoah, yeah, so many crying when there's so much fun

How long will you reap off their labor?
And keep them so poor in great hunger, yeah
How can you sit there and say you care?
When so much pain and sorrows everywhere

Champagne and caviar time
You don't care if Jah come in the morning
So you treat Jah children like swine
And you don't take heed to Jah warning, oh no

(..)
Oh now, yeah

Oh, when I wake up in the morning, yeah
There is no breakfast on my table, oh no
A-oh, when I reach home in the evening, oh yeah
There is no dinner on my table, oh no

How many rivers do we have to cross
Before we can-a talk to the boss, yeah?
Hey! How many rivers do we have to cross, yeah, yeah - yeah
Before we can-a talk to the boss, yeah?

But dem a loot and a shoot and a wailing, yeah
(Loot and a shoot and wailing)
Racial war in the city
Now it's a burning ya, yeah, hey

So long poor people crying out to you
You never give a listening ear
So long poor people reaching out to you, yeah
You never seem to really care

In your land of plenty
So many poor homeless and hungry, yeah
So many dies on the frontline
So long we slaved on the home line
So them a root with the truth and them saying, yeah
(Root with the truth and saying)

Racial injustice in the city, yeah
(Loot and a shoot and wailing)
And I yah tell you, it's not pretty, yeah
Poor people in the struggle
Pressure is rising on the double
Tell you it's bad, bad, bad
(Loot and a shoot and wailing)
Tell you it's mad, the people sad.
So we're trying
(Loot and a shoot and wailing)
Ain't nothing working.
So we're crying, the children are dying...