| Hmm, Lord have mercy
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| Look 'pon God people dem weh him mek, whoa
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| Look 'pon mi bredda lie down
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| A drink all water out a garbage pan
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| Though chop up, chop up
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| And macheted we may look
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| Lord, we deh ya still, Jah know
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| Burn up, burn up, Lord
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| And we look like monkey too
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| Lord, we deh ya still
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| Burdened, sick and pain
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| Lord, I’ve got myself some time to blame
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| Lord, we deh ya still
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| Oh! |
| Aah!
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| We deh ya still
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| Macheted we may look and sometime
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| Look like piece a wool iron
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| Lord, we deh ya still (we a lion)
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| Forsaken and kicked in prison
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| Lord, for no reason
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| Lord, we deh ya still
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| Poor house got burn down
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| With our great mothers and fathers
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| Lord, we deh ya still
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| Merciful Father then, you know
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| We deh ya still
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| Burdened, sick and shame
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| Lord, I’ve got no one to blame
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| But we deh ya still
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| So dem tell we we no fi blame nobody
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| With my head just shoot up, shoot up
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| With bullets in our sight
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| Lord, we deh ya still
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| General penitentiary have to be some sitting hall
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| Lord, we deh ya still
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| Though we are poor and needy, hey
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| Lord, we know it, Lord, we deh ya still
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| Dem no like fi hear that
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| But yuh got to speak di justice
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| Lord, we deh ya still
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| Lord, we deh ya, we deh ya
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| Hey, only Jah know (Him no pass, you know)
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| We deh ya still
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| With our heads so ragged ragged, Lord
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| We look like the ganja weed
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| But we deh ya still
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| Seeing our sister walking on the street
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| With her flying bus
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| Lord, we deh ya still
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| Rasta chalice been taken away
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| And the ganja have been burned
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| Lord, we deh ya still
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| (You cyaan stop we from smoke it, star)
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| You mister man, yuh wretch
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| Lord, we deh ya still
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| Stand up and. |