Forty-seven years now we independent,
but are we really free from the colonial masters,
we still have the queen,
our constitution still look British,
we still wear them old white wig in court,

Our people still fighting against one another,
in murder and mayham,
our out of many one people remains the same,
but only one or two out of every four race is prospering,
where is the pride we used to have,
what happen to the morals we used to preach,

We independent,
but the slave master continue to whip us,
but in a different way,
not physically as before,
and not only mentally for sure,
through free trade and a fall sense of globalisation,
where only one and two mighty few rule,

the chain break and hang up,
but it seems like our drive has diminished,
we no longer fight for our rights,
instead we borrow our way out of problems,
the IMF is back,
and the belt them soon start tighten again,

Technology and infrastructure looks great,
but education and health care still look gloomy,
we still far behind in literacy,
and the public hospitals them,
not even you dog you want to go there,
it free,
but we still paying for bed sheet,

Politics get a little better,
but the corruption still eating away at the poor taxpayer,
politicians still nyaaming the lion's share,

Jamaica we independent for forty-seven years,
now we need to take over our country,
and stop looking to the north and the east for help,
we need to become Jamaicans,
not jam-british or jam-ericans,
our heroes paid dearly for us,
the generation long before suffered for us.....