My heart is torn to pieces,
My eyes are filled with tears,
Sufferation in every creases,
Brutalized by their policemen,
And they say we are indecent,
when we burn the fire red
of hearing my mother crying
of seeing my brothers die
just can't take it no more
Tired, tired, liberation for the poor
They spread their diseases,
When the people imagine the same thing,
We've got to make a change
And I'm so tired of hearing
I just can't take it no more
My heart is torn to pieces
My eyes are filled with tears
Sufferation in every creases
Been brutalized by their policemen
Not getting our fair share
And they say we are indecent
When we burn the fire red
I'm so tired, I'm so tired,
I just can't take it no more
am I raising for the ball?