Complaint Songtext
von Garnett Silk feat. Capleton

Love Rastafari, oh yes now, now
Love Rastafari

If we do wrong, they complain
Even if we call the father′s name
It's the same what they want us to do

Don′t they know this is nothing new
Why won't they do what they want
Let me do my thing, they should be thankful
There are lots of folks that are still shining, shining
If we do wrong, they complain
Even if we call the father's name
It′s the same what they want us to do

Don′t they know this is nothing new
Why won't they do what they want
Let me do my thing, they should be thankful
There are lots of folks that are still shining, shining


Try to be humble ′cause blessed are the meek, yeah
Don't boast on your brother though he might be sleeping on the street
Remember blessed are the poor in spirit
Once you trust in Jah, you′re bound to make it

If we do wrong, they complain
Even if we call the father's name
It′s the same what they want us to do
Don't they know this is nothing new
Why won't they do what they want
Let me do my thing, they should be thankful
There are lots of folks that are still shining, shining

Don′t forget that the meek shall inherit the earth
Don′t fight your brother unnecessarily, we are one family
Protect yourself from being hurt, yeah
Never break an innocent bone, no, no
Never fight against your own
You will lose your soul
Can't say you haven′t been told, no
Can't say you haven′t been told, no, no


Wrong they complain
Even if we call the father's name
It′s the same what they want us to do
Don't they know this is nothing new
Why won't they do what they want
Let me do my thing, they should be thankful
There are lots of folks that are still shining, shining
If we do wrong, they complain

Even if we call the father′s name
It′s the same what they want us to do
Don't they know this is nothing new
Why won′t they do what they want

Let me do my thing, yeah, yeah, they should be thankful
There are lots of folks that are still shining, shining

Blessed are ye when men shall revile you and persecute you
Say all manner of evil against you falsely for Jah sake
Rejoice I say, and be exceedingly glad
For great is your reward
For so persecute they, the prophets before you and me

Wrong they complain
Even if we call the father's name
It′s the same what they want us to do
Don't they know this is nothing new