The title track of this album should cause a lot of lighters to be hoisted in the air-not in the Jamaican soundsystem tradition that mimics gunfire but in the end-of-concert tearjerker fashion of a U2 show. “Ain’t…” juxtaposes a schmaltzy, pop-ballad arrangement with heartfelt verses dedicated to Sizzla’s fans. Instead of a disaster, the half-regular voice/half-falsetto number is instantly catchy; same goes for rootsy tracks like the Digital B-built “Knowing Each Other.” But Sizzla slips when riding emphatic, fast ragga beats (“Kill Yuh,” “Run Out Pon Dem”) where any message is lost amid his shouted lyrics and violent cursing.