Lyrics Mr. Heartless - Anthony B

Mr. Heartless

Yu worthless
Pass mi sword and mi cutlass
You think is a laughing matter this
You a try everything you have you trap set up
And you plan is for one brother to hate the other brother
And slay him so Babylon can crush his cup
It’s a pity many of our youths don’t realize
That you stray them with your dollars
Give them your killing orders
And turn around and sell dem out just like french fries
But here is what you do, you use the youths like dem a tool
For doing a bag a evilous things
But woe be on to you for turning people pickney fool
You shatter their hopes and dreams
You can’t deny don’t even try
You are the reason why decomposed bodies are often found
But will not be for long can’t escape with all your wrong
Countless murders committed in towns
Fi di bag a people you mek a suffer
Fi di blood money that mek you richer
Oh oh oh Mr. Heartless you end it a go bitter
Shall be bitter, shall be bitter
Fi di youths you pay fi do the murder
Al a di body whey dem dump in a gutter
Oh oh oh
Member you a go pay fa
Rastafari teach you
You no waan learn
Well nuff a dem skin get burn
Jah
Check it out many times the innocent get slay
And you same one name the killer
To the crime stop media
Collect reward while sufferer grieve in pain
Mama face the hardest time to give youths education
And end up loosing many ways for her is only wasted days
No chance of getting back a fraction
So youths you need to stand up strong
Don’t take no boosting from no one
Take this advise I give
Don’t get red eye because a money, just work and earn it honestly
Don’t say that I’m talkative
A lot of youth like you dem use and heard it often in the news
Most wanted for killing a few
No follow them and loose your soul
Just keep you cool nuh loose control
Like others they will shake you up too
Fi di bag a people you mek a suffer
Fi di blood money that mek you richer
Oh oh oh Mr. Heartless you end it a go bitter
Shall be bitter, shall be bitter
Fi di youths you pay fi do the murder
Al a di body whey dem dump in a gutter
Oh oh oh
Member you a go pay fa
Mama work seven days a week
Cannot live, find food fi eat
I moan and weep, to see da kids
On di cold concrete
Ah know di earth is for di meek
Ah won’t fight, no time I seek
Opportunity, contract fi I and I just get rich
So me sing
Remember
Until the colour of a man skin is of no more significance
Than the color of his eyes
Then shall be always war
Please know what life is for
Jah, Rastafari