I am a angry young man i'm on de run Yesterday i thief mi fada gun I'm a angry young man I'm on de run A shot a police wid mi fada gun Ask me why A tell u no lie A pray years hopin dat dis police would die As a child a can neva feget Dat face so ugly and sweat Yet a knew de day would com Wen a would have to kill im an run Now mi family will neva si mi again Through these years i have felt much pain A nite mare all these years So much pain so much tears Now it happen a long time aguh Right down there in de ghetto Mi mada was sittin aroun de shop counta Wen a man com in an start to beat har Mi fada was away dat day Neva knoo who to run to or wat to say A stan up deh a neva meck a soun De man push mi mada to de groun A could'nt se a ting agen But a knoo mi mada was feelin pain Wen im lef a hear har cry A hear har seh "LARD LET ME DIE" Time and time a would hear mi fada seh Dat mi sista was not his . . . and a kne right aweh Dat de day would have to com Wen a would be a young man on de run Now a sit behind dis wall Dis wall suh tall Still hearin mi mada cry Still hearin har seh "LARD LET ME DIE"