The children go in idly, having no strength So our duty is to teach, so you make it frequent
You don't do it, upon your shoulders there comes the judgement
So cannot be going that way, tell him yourself what's the sense
Them young girl dem get the pity from the high sense
So children, bubble and build them cities and break their own laws
So long you've been amongst them
Yet they didn't teach us how to ooze, yeah