.Dry your weeping eyes my brethren. Cry no more, no. Dry your teary eyes my sistren. Cry no more, no (Rev 21:4).
(Chorus:) Woman hold her head she bawl and cry. Wo yoy, Wo yoy, Wo yoy. Because her son was shot in street and die. Wo yoy, Wo yoy, Wo yoy.
Father hears the news, him hold it in st.
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