| The ceiling too low
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| Time now fi rise up to the fullness
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| Can’t afford to let somebody come pull this
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| I couldn’t sleep last night toss and turning was fed up
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| The morning rise thunder storm ina me head up
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| The same old same a recipe me hafi give up
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| Changing lane that a the way me have to live up
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| Now that I’m prepared and ready to rumble
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| Not another second me a waste nuh grumble
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| Things in life gees around and if the whole world a stumble
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| Me still a stand fall and nuh fumble
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| Now me build a bridge over all
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| Truths and rights shall surely sustain us and rote
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| Over wall
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| Rich and poor unknown and famous
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| Sometimes me have to wonder
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| What the hell dem thinking
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| Preparations must be made before the boat is sinking
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| Lighthouse up ahead life light is blinking
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| Water all around but hold your breath
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| Because there ain’t no drinking
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| It nuh pretty pon the shore we know the truth about it
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| Disguising the game and so you mute about it
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| Problem never change until we find the root about it
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| Try it me friend and see the proof about it
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| Now me build a bridge over all
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| Truths and rights shall surely sustain us and rote
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| Over wall
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| Rich and poor unknown and famous
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| Sometimes you can’t bother but you got to
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| Caught up in a things you find out you not to
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| Nuh make no friend no enemy come flop you
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| Stoned cold we freeze like a statue
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| And who nuh try to make a progress try to stop you
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| The sweetest smiling face a set the trap too
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| Ina the brightness of the day dem all attack you
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| And even dirty Babylon a fly the flag too
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| Now me build a bridge over all
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| Truths and rights shall surely sustain us and rote
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| Over wall
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| Rich and poor unknown and famous |