**(Intro: Heavy, conscious Roots Regoe beat drops... Bassline thumping deep like a heartbeat, a mournful horn line crying in the distance...)**
**(Chorus)**
Lord, save the youth of Salone!
Look how the streets are crying out in pain.
Lord, save the youth of Salone,
Don't let them wash away inna the rain.
From Freetown city down to the provinces,
The poison is taking over their minds,
Oh Jah, protect your children tonight!
**(Verse 1)**
They call it **Kush** on the street corner,
A toxic vapor burning up their dreams.
Mixing the chemicals, toxic and cruel,
While mothers are crying, hearing the screams.
Then comes the **TM** slowing down the pace,
Stealing the energy, stealing the grace.
The young boys standing like ghosts in the dark,
Jah, look what is happening to the holy spark!
The future leaders bending down low,
With nowhere to turn and nowhere to go.
**(Chorus)**
Lord, save the youth of Salone!
Look how the streets are crying out in pain.
Lord, save the youth of Salone,
Don't let them wash away inna the rain.
From Freetown city down to the provinces,
The poison is taking over their minds,
Oh Jah, protect your children tonight!
**(Verse 2)**
They seek an escape from the hunger and stress,
So they pop the **Ecstasy**, swallow the **Molly**.
Looking for love in a synthetic pill,
But it only brings madness, heartbreak, and folly.
Then the **Flex** arrives—that street cocaine,
Burning the blood vessels, driving them insane.
And the **Loud** is shouting inside of their head,
Instead of a life, they are courting the dead.
A pandemic of substances, chemical war,
We never saw this kind of virus before!
**(Bridge)**
(Music drops low... only the heavy bass and a pleading nyabinghi drum)
Rise up, elders! Rise up, land!
We can't just sit and watch them fall in the sand.
No more cemetery, no more street grave—
It’s the souls of our children we need to save!
Dignity, purpose, and jobs we demand,
To heal the broken hearts of this nation's land!
**(Guitar Solo - Cry of the strings, full energy returning)**
**(Chorus)**
Lord, save the youth of Salone!
Look how the streets are crying out in pain.
Lord, save the youth of Salone,
Don't let them wash away inna the rain.
From Freetown city down to the provinces,
The poison is taking over their minds,
Oh Jah, protect your children tonight!
**(Outro)**
No more Kush, no more TM...
Put down the Molly, put down the Flex, my friend.
Silence the Loud, let the true voice speak.
Salone youth are strong, they are not meant to be weak.
Jah Rastafari, guide their feet...
Keep them safe on the Freetown street...
(Fade out with a echoing horn line and heavy delay on the drums)