Lyrics Waiting for the War - Daniel Bambaata Marley

Waiting for the War

Young people die for riches and riches die for more
I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war
I was from a village, the village filled with poor
I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war
It’s not the beginning to end but beginning to start lost arts
Not everything found shall be done from the heart
False prophets are prophesying on some shit they’ll never see
While watching television wondering who’s watching me
My aim is to love, my ambition is free
Lost in a trap not even the present could flee
Neighborhood watch watching
Lurking my block, serving the feet trying to eat
We’re the last of the Mohican, the last of a dying breed
Lost cause when I’m without you
You’ll never know if you will go
You’ll never know if you will go
Yeah lost cause when I’m without you
Never know if you will go
Never know if you will go
Inna the war man a lick shot I done a carry the fliction
Fighting over politician
Might as well dive inna shot
And… and quicksand
Never be caught, your days will be short
With blessings as long as you give thanks
We living poor, we keep moving far
Forever no matter the distance
Wipe them out of existence
Putting up every resistance
Never say never you better stay clever
Together we cool all affliction
Fire get hotter and I’m blazing my cheloo
And today no give a response
Young people die for riches and riches die for more
I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war
I was from a village, the village filled with poor
I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war
We did intend to kill their serving fiend
For sticky greens so many get stuck in between
Grittiest shit I’ve ever seen
Has never been come back, come back, come back ten fold
So watch your sin It’s hard to live to love when you struggle for life to live
Try to rewind it but you can’t
Go back now, only the fittest shall survive
So we won’t back down and on my crown
While RPG’s hit the ground, won’t see me down
Young people die for riches and riches die for more
I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war
I was from a village, the village filled with poor
I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war
Young people die for riches and riches die for more
I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war
I was from a village, the village filled with poor
I’m just sitting on my avenue waiting for the war