| No way wi naw go give up inna life
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| No wi naw go give up inna life
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| No matter how dem a fight
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| Short man naw go give up inna life
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| Dem cyaa stop wi from reach inna wi height
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| Man got to be a rebel
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| So live comfortable
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| Yo got to be a rebel in this time
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| Yo got to be a rebel
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| To live comfortable
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| Ghetto youth no stop fight fi protect dem life line
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| Rasta, red, green and gold a mi suit a talk hi
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| Bade every day so Rasta no nasty
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| Work fi weh wi want, no live like Limba Rachy
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| Mi no Bruce Lee weh fight karate
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| Member man a chad the earth like accent monarchy
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| Road of life a long time mi a walk hi
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| Sunshine or rain, or night time when it darky
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| The truth mi stand up an a talk hi
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| Time rough so man a juggle likkle greens
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| Likkle green banana, Likkle beans
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| No have no time fi act like boasty dean
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| Weh have one bag a money an get up a act mean
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| Paw wi corner man straight dem no lean
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| Every king round yah so have a queen
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| Everybody unu know weh mi mean
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| Buss a blank inna the air from yo inn
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| Seh inna desolate place weh man a look dem bread
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| But inna certain place still naw go push my head
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| Rastafari put a roof over wi head
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| And wi haffi give thanks fi life caw wi no dead
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| Naw sell out fi go nam no scarl egg
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| Naw sell out fi no bull an bread
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| Member man a bun the fire red
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| So wi naw live like renta dread |