Blood

I'm out in Barbados, white people mistreatin' locals

The villa in Jamaica, but it's owned by the Chinese

Head to the right beach and they're chargin' us five each

They say, "The Caribbean paradise, like, why leave?"

But how can I be silent when there's blood on the pine trees?

Most of us would sacrifice our soul for the right fees

Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace

Before I find love, I'm just prayin' I find peace