| What is life?
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| What does dis life mean to you?
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| Check it from a rasta man point-a-view
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| And you see dat life is sweet
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| And what you make it
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| To some it is a burden
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| To I man it’s a journey
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| Or a trod if you’re not careful
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| You gain di world and loose you soul you have
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| There is knowledge
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| Let those in di world part take thereof
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| You never know what you got
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| Til you loose what you got
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| It’s not a burden
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| Tell dem it’s a journey
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| Or a trod if you’re not careful
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| You gain dis world and loose that soul you have
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| There is knowledge
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| Let those in di world part take thereof
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| You never know what you got
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| Til you loose what you got
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| I feel as if there is no chance for me
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| No balance, no gravity
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| How can I save myself from this calamity
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| Open my eyes around me, pure friendenemy
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| People of different motives and quality
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| Pulling for power while I pull for sanity
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| To conquer fears and calm all anxiety
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| I see my people suffer
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| Everyday all around me
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| Many fall victims, where they are they are loney
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| I sing this one for my homies
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| Di ones dem weh know me
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| Who grow me, who show me Buju Banton surely
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| Learn my mathematics from di skillful Tony
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| Who hussle wid bones
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| Street smart, him show me
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| English grammar I owe to Miss Romie
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| Selassie I call me, me declare di glory
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| There is hope for everyman surely
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| There is hope for everyman surely
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| It’s not a burden
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| Go and tell the world
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| It is a trod if you’re not careful
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| You gain dis world and loose the soul you have
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| There is knowledge
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| Let those in di world part take thereof
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| You never know what you got
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| Til you loose what you got
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| It’s not a burden
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| Oh my friend it is a journey
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| If you’re not careful
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| You gain dis world and loose the soul you have
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| There is knowledge
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| Let those in di world part take thereof
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| You never know what you got
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| Til you loose what you got
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| As sure as di sun shines
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| I am keeping what’s mine
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| The time, the signs, children having babies
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| Demoralizing the ladies
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| The rise of the pagan churches
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| Shares and psychic white and black magic
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| All diguise in clever logics
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| Shall be tragic upon false profit
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| Who rise and lie and Modda Terrisa cry
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| As peace maker die and Clinton testify
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| Who resovours run dry
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| The ozone layer die
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| And we don’t know why, oooh
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| Life is not a burden
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| Tell dem it’s a journey
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| Or a trod if you’re not careful
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| You gain dis world and loose the soul you have
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| There is knowledge
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| Let those in di world part take thereof
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| You never know what you got
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| Til you loose what you got
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| It’s not a burden
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| No, no, no
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| It is a trod if you’re not careful
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| You gain dis world and loose the soul you have
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| There is knowledge
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| Let those in di world part take thereof
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| You never know what you got
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| Til you loose what you got
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| Wars cannot help us to better ourselves
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| Inside everyman there is hidden wealth
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| Everyman wants to be comfortable
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| No man wants to be disable
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| Some too greedy, some too craven
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| And all dem get dat still no sufficient
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| Some love war and dat no mek sense
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| Envy bring hatred and crime and violence
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| Listen Buju Banton a open up you sense
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| A hope you really don’t tek offence
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| It’s not a burden
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| I know it’s a journey
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| Or a trod if you’re not careful
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| You gain dis world and loose the soul you have
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| There is knowledge
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| Let those in di world part take thereof
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| You never know what you got
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| Til you loose what you got
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| It’s not a burden
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| No, no, no
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| It is a trod if you’re not careful
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| You gain dis world and loose the soul you have
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| There is knowledge
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| Let those in di world part take thereof
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| You never know what you got
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| Til you loose what you got
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| I feel as if there is no chance for me
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| No balance, no gravity
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| How can I save myself from this calamity
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| Open my eyes around me, pure friendenemy
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| People of different motives and quality
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| Pulling for power while I pull for sanity
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| To conquer myself and calm all anxiety
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| Every minute, every hour
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| I ask the Father over me
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| Ask Buju Banton fe guide dem surely
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| Listen to the music and ask him the glory
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| Selassie I call me, me tell dem the story
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| And listen Buju Banton pon the riddim surely
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hear me say my bredren… |