Lyrics Chris Martin – Too Much Killing

Yo, murderers — cold, cold killers
Tell me weh dem a go do
Tell me weh dem a go say
Tell me, weh dem a go say to Jah

Too much killing a gwaan
Too much murder a gwaan
We need some peace in the city
But all dem do ah buss dem piece with no pity

Junior Reid seh «One Blood», so we blood a the same
Ah the same blood weh red a run through all a we vein
We no waan’ no more shots, no more drops
No more blood fi drain
All who have the guns locked, you bun that
We no waan’ no more pain

Cah too much killing a gwaan
Too much murder a gwaan
We need some peace in the city
But all dem do ah buss dem piece with no pity
Ya hear me

One shot, one drop, one gone
Next week one more funeral
Mama hold her belly and bawl
Can’t believe her son get called
To grave now, fi days now
She no eat nothing, she a wear down
Her body start tear down
This ya battlefield a no playground

Too much killing a gwaan
Too much murder a gwaan

Junior Reid seh «One Blood», so we blood a the same
Ah the same blood weh red a run through all a we vein
We no waan’ no more shots, no more drops
No more blood fi drain
All who have the guns locked, you bun that
We no waan’ no more pain

Cah too much killing a gwaan
Too much murder a gwaan
We need some peace in the city
But all dem do ah buss dem piece with no pity