Intro:

Cm , Gm (x2)

(Spoken):

And the struggle goes on...

Cm

Verse 1:

Cm
 Some say the earth will keep on turning,
Dread times are near, and I'm not joking; I a warning.
As we continue, that same old moaning,
The chosen race just keep on begging, yeah.

Chorus 1:

                 Ab            Fm
And I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
                  Cm
They don't give a damn, no, they don't give a damn, no.

Verse 2:

Cm
 Mothers joy, turn to pain and hollering,
Weeping for their babes and sucklings.
Spirits of the innocent wandering, sufferation, everlasting.

Chorus 2:

                 Ab            Fm
And I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
             Ab            Fm
I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
                  Cm
They don't give a damn, no, they don't give a damn, no.

Verse 3:

   Cm
Oh papa, dem chest keeps on burning,
Fist clench tight, a grit dem teeth and blood is boiling.
The price is high yet they keep on paying,
The little bundles of love they are all missing.

Chorus 3:

             Ab            Fm
I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
                  Cm
They don't give a damn, no, they don't give a damn, no.

Verse 4:

Cm
 Brothers and sisters, this plight we're facing;
Get involved, problems to solve; yourselves concerning.
Divided we are so one by one we are falling,
The front-line of the battle is hottest, your duties calling.
I demand to know;

Chorus 4:

Ab             Fm
 Who, who's re-sponsible?
             Ab            Fm
I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
                  Cm
They don't give a damn, no, woah woah, they don't give a damn no.

Break:

Cm
 Talking down South, Atlanta killings,
Talking down South, Deptford bombings.
Talking down South, Azania coming.

Coda:

Cm 
 They'll cut your hearts out and I'm not joking.
Turn no blind eye, brothers be willing.
Yeah the front-line of the battle is hottest, your duties calling.

(Repeat to Fade)

Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY