(What if Jamaica) Was a place free from crime (What if Jamaica) Politicians couldn’t tell lie (What if Jamaica) Empty pocket cyaan come movement I (What if Jamaica) Badness catch me bredda mid
Imagine if Jamaica did, all the side free Out of many, one people, walking away from poverty No war over power, no PNP, no JLP the, ah ah Marcus Mount Zion say one God, one destiny No innocents, no youngster were killed by police The law of Father God, was the only justice This is my dream, so don’t wake me up yet And when me wake up I look around Jamaica, me just afraid
I’m dreaming of Zion here inna Jamdown My people know where they’re going And where they came from I’m dreaming of Zion And my people get free Free from sufferation Free from poverty
Ooh well Imagine if no don and no gun did deh Jamaica You don’t dream [?], be free from dutty [?] No raping, no missing, no under a lot Every soul have a house, no more any inna the dirt Imagine if the road, never ramp with no bad boy And the crocked ‘pon the Benz, never kill your [?] Life feel smile let me blow my dancehall And W.C. a run water from JA to North Pole
I’m dreaming of Zion here inna Jamdown My people know where they’re going And where they came from I’m dreaming of Zion And my people get free Free from sufferation Free from poverty
Maybe one day, somebody will hear me when I say My people’s left behind because of [?] filthy games I know one day, the cries of people won’t be the same And the hunger that you feel today will all be wiped away
I’m dreaming of Zion (What if Jamaica) Was a place free from crime (What if Jamaica) Politicians couldn’t tell lie (What if Jamaica) Empty pocket cyaan come movement I (What if Jamaica) Badness catch me bredda mid I’m dreaming of Zion I’m dreaming of Zion