We are not going to hell

We are not going to hell
Tell the preacher man
To be upright with his words 
Cos we are not the reason 
Why tomorrow looks red 
We did not create the monster on the hills 
Either did we set the fire with the steel birds 
We never made up the suffering we face 
Neither did we want a troublesome land 
For too long we voted for 
Peace love prosperity progress and care 
We were innocent of the lies from strange men
Men whose action are far from their words 
Days after days our life's remain unchanged
Our stories remains the same 
Despite how much good we are to the law
So tell the preacher man 
To say the truth to power cos 
We are not going to hell 


We are the ones beaten
Black and blue 
We are the victims of lies 
So please when you preach 
Tell God how much we suffer cos 
There's no better hell 
Than the ghetto life's in the third world
So please  tell the preacher man 
that when we die 
We are not going to hell 


We are not going to hell 
There must be a heaven 
For an African child 
Whose life on earth bleeds with pains
Just for a mere basic survival
Yes there must be a paradise 
For the innocent whose life were 
Wasted just for greed and hatred
There must be a better rest for the brave 
Whose life was cut short by evil
So tell the preacher man that 
There is no hell for an African child 
Cos we are already existing in one 
We are already burning on earth 
We've lost our valuable to hunters 
Lost our dignity to the west 
Left our spirituality to an idol
We are naked to the world 
Despite our input to nature 
Our troubles never change 
And there is no better hell 
we can burn no more 
So tell the preacher man 
To be upright with his words 
Cos after this longs years of slavery
After this longs time of suffering
After facing the worlds isolation
Sorry mr preacher man 
Their must a heaven 
for an African child cos
We are not going to hell


We are the ones beaten
Black and blue 
We are the victims of lies 
So please when you preach 
Tell God how much we suffer cos 
There's no better hell 
Than the ghetto life's in the third world
So please  tell the preacher man 
that when we die 
We are not going to hell
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